Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Creepy Compilation 9 Hours of Horror

Episode Date: November 28, 2025

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But this man caused a real slaughter. He began to move and cut, filling everything with blood, and at no point did he stop to clean it up, claiming that he didn't need to see but to feel, that he wasn't working with his eyes, but with his fingers, feeling the organs, feeling what he was doing. We begin between the years 2011 and 2013,

when dozens of people woke up after an operation completely horrified. They had pain in their arms and legs, numbness, and paralysis. They went in with simple back pain, but came out completely destroyed, and the worst of all was that some of them never even woke up, because their doctor was none other than Christopher Dance, aka. Dr. Death. Christopher Daniel Dance was born on April 3, 1971, in Montana, one of four children of a physiotherapist and a teacher. Shortly after his birth, his family moved to Memphis, Tennessee, and from this point, his entire trajectory began. He first attended the evangelical Christian school in

Cordova, a suburb of Memphis, and from there, he began to consider becoming a football player. His loved ones always considered him to be a very competitive person, but being competitive is not the same as being a fighter. He simply wanted to be the best, not wanting to work for it, not wanting to struggle, not wanting challenges, he just wanted to be the best. Another aspect of his personality was that he never accepted his own mistakes, and when he made one, he blamed others. Initially, Christopher enrolled at MSS College to play football in the second division, but unfortunately, he didn't measure up. So, he moved to the first division, to Colorado State University, but once again, the level was too high, and he couldn't keep up. Yes, he was good

at playing, yes, he integrated well with the team, but he wasn't the best, and for someone like him, that wasn't acceptable. In this case, he made a very good friend, Jerry Summers, and over time, Jerry became his best friend. Jerry was a guy his age with the same aspirations, so they quickly became inseparable, doing everything together, same classes, same schedules, same everything. However, despite being very close, the two were very different. While Jerry had his head screwed on straight, Christopher did not. During the time he was in university, Christopher gained a reputation for being a party animal. He was someone who didn't really care about studying, focusing more on having fun. He went to parties, drank, used drugs, and on more

than one occasion, lost the keys to his dorm. This might seem like a trivial matter because anyone can lose their keys, but when he did, he blamed others. If he left his keys in his room, the door, or if he simply lost them, no matter what, it was someone else's fault. On more than one occasion, he threatened his roommates with beating them up if they didn't return his damn keys or confess to stealing them. He'd tell them he'd send them to the hospital, and indeed, on several occasions, this led to physical altercations. In 1991, Christopher realized he wasn't cut out for football, but he tried again,

enrolling at the University of Memphis to play football in the hopes of improving and becoming the best. But he didn't succeed. So in 1995, he decided to change direction, moving from wanting to be a football player to becoming a neurosurgeon. He enrolled at the University of Tennessee, but the bad habits never left him. Even so, everything pointed to the fact that he didn't want to operate. He spent more time in the laboratory than in the operating room. One positive thing about Christopher was that he was always a man with big ideas, Halfway through his career, he created a company called Tigenics, which sold surgical products. The company did quite well, generating significant profits for him.

However, his vices led to his partners kicking him out of the management, as it is said that during meetings with clients, he would get drunk. In just one hour of a meeting, he could drink six alcoholic drinks. Additionally, Jerry Summers claims that every morning Christopher would have orange juice mixed with vodka. The neurosurgery program had at least 100 practicals, 100 operations on the operating table. If you completed them, you could operate, graduate, and become a surgeon. If you didn't complete them, you worked in the laboratory. It was easy to understand, very basic. But Christopher Dance didn't just fail to meet this requirement. He also attended

some practices in a visibly intoxicated state. This caused some people to complain anonymously, and the university initiated an investigation into him. A neurosurgeon can't operate while drunk or under the influence of drugs. So, the administration asked Christopher to take a drug test, and upon hearing this, he disappeared for weeks. No one knew where he was. They called him, went to his house, and there was no way to locate him. But eventually, he reappeared, took the test, and it came back negative. So, the man was allowed to complete his neurosurgery studies. Upon finishing university, Christopher applied for a job as a neurosurgeon at the Minimal Invasive Spine Institute, and the management quickly asked for references from

the University of Tennessee. They wanted to know what kind of doctor he was, if he was well trained, and if he wasn't. Then, they discovered two very important things. First, They learned that Christopher had taken a drug test that came back negative, a test done with considerable delay, as this man had disappeared without a trace. They heard all the rumors that Christopher was a party animal, that he drank, that he used drugs, but there was no proof of it. But the second point was what they could conclude from the university's records, Christopher Dance hadn't completed the required 100 practices. He hadn't been part of at least 100 operations, so this man was not qualified to operate to operate. on anyone. With these points, one would think that the center wouldn't hire Christopher, he lacked experience, wasn't qualified, and had questionable background. But, incredibly,

not only did they hire him, but they also sent him to Plano, Texas, to be a surgeon at Baylor Regional Medical Center. The idea was that he would move from Tennessee to Texas, but at the time, his girlfriend, Wendy René John, was pregnant. So, Christopher decided to bring her along, but not only her, he also brought his best friend, Jerry Summers. Jerry, at the time, also had a girlfriend, so the four friends packed up and moved from Tennessee to Texas, thus beginning this entire case. In August 2011, Christopher Dance decided to hire an assistant. After several interviews, he chose Kimberly, who, just a month after starting to work for him, became his lover. Kimberly didn't know that Christopher had a partner and that his

partner was expecting a child. She thought they were in a formal relationship, so she never told anyone that Christopher often used drugs before performing surgeries. At one point, Christopher proposed to his best friend, Jerry Summers, to perform an operation. Jerry had suffered from chronic cervical pain due to an accident, and the pain worsened after a car accident. Christopher, knowing this, told him that he could cure him miraculously. He claimed that with a simple surgery, a very easy operation, the pain would disappear. So, Jerry trusted him. Christopher had always been there for him, and he was supposedly a qualified doctor. One day, Jerry entered the office, took off his clothes, put on a gown, lay down on the examination table, and let himself

be anesthetized. But when he opened his eyes, a terrible pain took over his entire body from the neck down. He couldn't move, but he could feel every muscle in his body, and they all hurt horribly. Upon feeling this, the man began to scream, and a second doctor entered the room, examined everything that had happened, looked at x-rays and tests, and realized that his body was destroyed. First of all, his entire body was filled with anti-foam, foam that Christopher had introduced into his body to prevent blood loss from killing him, because this man had been cutting without thinking about what he was doing. Secondly, several bones had disappeared, and others were loose inside his body. And thirdly, internally, Jerry was decapitated. When Jerry

discovered this, he began to scream and told all the doctors that the night before the surgery, he and Christopher had been out partying. To be continued, since this man was cutting without even thinking about what he was doing. Secondly, we have to consider that several bones had disappeared, and others were loose inside the body. Thirdly, Jerry was internally decapitated. When you discovered this, he began to scream and told all the doctors that the night before the operation, he and, had been partying. He said they drank, smoked, did some, used drugs, and still, the next morning, Christopher woke up early and operated on him. Obviously, the medical team, upon hearing this, decided to carry out an investigation against

Christopher Dance, specifically focusing on the following three points. First, they suspended his medical license for a month. Afterward, they recommended a treatment for his addictions. And thirdly, they asked for a drug test on his body. And guess what? Christopher, once again, disappears. He doesn't show up at home, doesn't answer calls, and no one can find him anywhere. Finally, he reappears at the medical center, takes the test, and it comes back negative. After a suspension, Christopher returns to the hospital and once again starts operating. This time on Kelly Martin. Kelly Martin, 54 years old, was a teacher known for being very sweet and charming.

Unfortunately, in 2011, while putting up decorations, she fell down the stairs and hurt her neck. As always, Christopher wanted to help and said he could fix her problem, promising that with just one hour in the operating room, she would be fine. So Kelly agreed, went to her appointment with the doctor, took off her clothes, put on the gown, lay down on the stretcher, and was anesthetized. The promised hour turned into four hours during which there were supposed complications. According to the nurses, something wasn't right since Kelly was getting paler and paler, had trouble breathing, her heart was struggling, and Christopher kept cutting in cutting. The nurses couldn't believe what was happening, they didn't understand what the doctor

was doing, why he was cutting, and what was going on. After the surgery, Kelly didn't wake up. She didn't wake up, and her vital signs were very low, and she finally passed away. Christopher Dance told the family that she died because of an allergy to anesthesia. But an autopsy confirmed that Kelly's death was due to medical error and that Christopher had cut her aorta, causing internal bleeding that led to her death. Christopher, aka. Dr. Death, operated on 38 patients in the Dallas area, and of the 38, 31 were left paralyzed or seriously injured, and two died. Just one week after operating on Kelly Martin, Christopher Dance operated on Barry Murav, 45 years old. Like all the patients, Barry arrived at the clinic, on

dressed, put on the gown, lay down on the stretcher, and received anesthesia. When he woke up, everything hurt, his legs, arms, torso, his whole body was in severe pain. For eight months, he asked Christopher Dance for an explanation of why his entire body kept hurting, but all he got were vague answers. At one point, he offered to do a second surgery. That's when alarms went off, and Barry went to another doctor for a second opinion. This new doctor told Barry that there were bone fragments in his spinal canal, fragments that Christopher Dance had left during the surgery. He recommended Barry hire a good lawyer. Another victim of Christopher Dance was a man named Lee Palmore, who suffered from a herniated disc. However, in this case, the hospital didn't

trust him, so they brought in a second surgeon, Dr. Mark Hoyle, to supervise the entire operation. Mark reviewed x-rays, documents, and tests, and before entering the operating room, he realized something that shocked him, Christopher thought he was the best neurosurgeon, but he had almost no experience or curriculum. Nevertheless, he believed he was the best or simply arrogant and thought he was great. The operation on Lee Palmore took place on December 30, 2011, and both surgeons worked on it. Mark Hoyle made a small incision in the groin area and moved blood vessels and organs to give Christopher Dance clear access. But this man made a real massacre. He started removing and cutting, filling everything with blood, and at no point stopped to clean it. He claimed

he didn't need to see it, he had to feel it, feeling the organs with his fingers. Fortunately for Lee Pommar, Mark Hoyle saw this and quickly kicked Christopher Dance out of the operating room, taking over the rest of the procedure. Unfortunately, the damage had already been done, and Lee Pommar, more will have to live with severe pain for the rest of his life. Due to all these issues, Bayer Regional Medical Center didn't want to risk lawsuits, so they forced Christopher Dance to resign. They didn't fire him or file a formal complaint, they just asked him to quit. So this man took advantage of the excuse to clean up his image,

creating a website and a Facebook page. In just a few days, both were hugely successful, with thousands of likes and comments. The Facebook page received four and a half stars out of five, and everything was positive. Soon after, Christopher paid for a TV ad, featuring supposed real testimonies from people praising him, his work, and his skill. He even called himself the best neurosurgeon in the world. The Dallas Medical Center in 2012 didn't hesitate to hire him, and not only that, they gave him privileges. They allowed him to perform five operations, under supervision. At least in the United States, there is a trial period for doctors, they don't just show up and start operating,

they review x-rays, patient history, and conduct evaluations. However, Christopher had such good references that they let him operate as soon as he arrived. The first surgery went well, but by the second one, things got complicated. On June 24, 2004, 2000, he had to operate on Florilla Brown, 64 years old. She entered the operating room with a herniated disc, and on the operating table, Christopher Dance cut her vertebral artery, causing a stroke that slowly ended her life. The day after this operation, Christopher had another one, Mary Effort, a 64-year-old woman. Everything seemed fine, the woman went in, changed, and laid down on the stretcher.

But just 15 minutes after starting the surgery, Christopher left the room to schedule Florilla Brown's next surgery. He opened Mary's body, left everything unfinished, and left. This behavior was unacceptable, so in this operation, a third surgeon, Rob Henderson, stepped in. Rob Henderson, a surgeon with over 30 years of experience, decided to investigate. First, he discovered that Florilla Brown had died from a stroke caused by Chris. Christopher dance. Then he realized that Mary effort had been abandoned just 15 minutes into her surgery. Christopher opened her up, rummaged through her, and left. Later, when Mary woke up, things got worse. Robert Henderson offered to review her condition, and during that review,

he found a horrifying reality, when Mary recovered, she would have two fused vertebrae, held together by a metal plate, with her nerve root amputated. There were also several holes for screws, which were placed in other nerve roots. With all this, Robert Henderson realized that Christopher Dance was more of a butcher than a surgeon. So, he called the University of Tennessee to ask for references, and they informed him about all of Christopher's history, drug use, lack of practice, lack of experience. And they also discovered that Christopher Dance didn't have any master's degree in neurosurgery, and the supposed master's degree he claimed to have didn't even exist at the time. Once again, Christopher Dance had his medical license temporarily

revoked. But when he got it back, he sought work at other centers. His first stop was the Legacy Surgery Center, and the next was the University General Hospital, where he ended up operating on Jeffrey Glindo. This man, like the rest of his victims, came to the operating table with a back problem, specifically a herniated disc. After the anesthesia wore off, he found him in worse condition than before. Dr. Randall Al Curb decided to review the case and discovered that Christopher Dance had sewn Jeffrey's esophagus to his trachea and left a piece of sponge inside his neck. Despite the complaints and constant problems, the Texas Medical Board didn't suspend Christopher's license until December 2013. Even then, this man thought he was smarter than

the law and tried to get another license in a different state. In fact, fleeing the law, he moved to where he committed more crimes. First, he was arrested for driving under the influence of alcohol and drugs, and because of this, he was sent to Dallas for a psychiatric evaluation. Once there, he was arrested for shoplifting. He was spiraling downwards, a danger to society in every way. Henderson and Kirby did everything they could to convince all of his victims to press charges, but very few dared to.

Some hospitals, in order to avoid lawsuits, reached unofficial agreements, offering large sums of money in exchange for silence. However, three victims did not accept money, and these three went all the way to see Christopher dance behind bars. This helped ensure that in July 2015, this man was arrested and formally charged with numerous crimes, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, his hands and surgical tools. Five counts of aggravated assault causing serious bodily injury and disability, and the most significant charge, related to the paralysis he caused Mary effort. After 13 days of trial and four hours of deliberation by the jury, Christopher Dance was found guilty of all charges and

sentenced to life in prison. He will not be eligible for parole until 2045, when he will be 74 years old. On the other hand, the four hospitals that employed Christopher Dance will face lawsuits in the coming years. So now it's your turn. What do you think about this case? and what do you think will happen to these hospitals? She said they beat her. They hurt her. Doris even showed her bruises, on her wrists, her thighs, scratches, bite marks, all of it. But the investigators, at this point, just stopped listening. It was too much. It sounded too outlandish to believe. They'd never encountered a case like hers before and didn't think this woman would be the exception. Doris Bither's story is one of the strangest, most controversial paranormal cases

ever documented. She was born in 1942 into what seemed to be an upper-middle-class family. From there, though, her history blurs into fragmented rumors. We don't know where exactly she was born or if she had siblings. What we do know is that her parents were deep into alcoholism. Living with them was, by all accounts, pure chaos. When Doris was about ten, her family moved to California. This is where the story splits depending on who you ask. Some say she was abused by her parents and, by the time she hit her teen years, she packed up and ran away. Others claim something more shocking, Doris allegedly became fascinated by the occult.

She started drinking, doing drugs, hanging with the wrong crowd, and, according to some accounts, playing with a Ouija board daily. Her obsession with the dark side alienated her family, and eventually, she ended up homeless, penniless, and utterly alone. Doris turned to alcohol and drugs to cope. In a desperate attempt to find stability, she married multiple times, but all her partners were abusive, troubled men with their own demons, addiction, violence, or worse. These relationships were short-lived, ending in divorce every time.

By the time she was thirty, Doris had four kids from four different fathers, three boys, sixteen, thirteen, and ten years old, and a little girl who was just six. At this point, she made a decision, she had to clean up her act. For her kids, if not for herself. She swore to leave her bad habits behind and focus on what truly mattered, her family. But life wasn't about to make it easy. Though she tried her best, stress would sometimes push her back to alcohol and drugs. Still, she got a few jobs and eventually found a small, run-down house in Culver City, California.

The place wasn't great, it was damp, the walls were crumbling, and there wasn't enough space for everyone, but it was all she could afford. The neighborhood wasn't exactly safe either, but they moved in any way, hoping to make it work. For a few days, things seemed okay. They settled in, adjusted to the creaky floors and draughty windows, and started to feel at home. But then, one night, something weird happened. It was late, everyone was asleep, when a loud knocking at the front door jolted Doris awake.

Someone was pounding relentlessly, yelling, and ringing the doorbell as if it were a life-or-death emergency. She grogily went to open the door, wondering who could be so desperate at that hour. Standing there was an older woman, probably in her 70s, with a frantic look in her eyes. She was Mexican, and her words came out in a chaotic rush, half in Spanish, half in English. At first, Doris couldn't understand her. The woman gestured wildly, practically shaking with fear. Finally, the message became clear, the house was cursed.

The woman claimed to have lived there as a child when the land was still a farm. She warned Doris that the place was evil, cursed by demons and spirits. You need to leave, she insisted. Hack up your kids and get out now. She talked about pure, unrelenting evil and then, just as suddenly as she appeared, she turned and left. Doris, naturally, thought the woman was out of her mind. Drugs, maybe.

Mental illness? Whatever it was, Doris didn't think much of it. But the next day, everything changed. Without warning, the house seemed different. It was no longer the same creaky, imperfect shelter they had moved into, it was hostile. There were strange noises, the groaning of wood, whispers in the dark, and knocks on the walls. Cold spots drifted from room to room like invisible ghosts. At first, Doris tried to rationalize it.

Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe the old woman's rant had planted the seed of paranoia in their minds. Soon, things escalated. The whispers turned into voices. The noises grew louder. Objects began moving on their own. And then came the physical attacks, but only on Doris. One night, as she lay in bed, she felt the unmistakable sensation of hands grabbing her arms

and legs. She jolted awake, but the room was empty. There was no one there. Before she could react, an invisible force slammed her against the bed. grabbed at her body. She screamed, fought, and kicked, but she was pinned down. She couldn't see her attackers, but they were there. And they were brutal. She was scratched, bitten, and beaten. When it finally stopped, she was left trembling, terrified, and alone. What could she do? Call the police. Tell them she'd been assaulted by ghosts. With her background, her history

of addiction, failed marriages, and a chaotic home life, she knew no one would believe her. Worse, she feared they'd take her kids away. So Doris said nothing. But the attacks didn't stop. Every night, the same thing happened. It didn't matter if she was in the bathroom, the bedroom, or the kitchen, two or three invisible forces would pin her down and assault her. Her body bore the evidence, bruises, scratches, and bite marks, especially on her thighs.

She barely slept, too terrified to close her eyes. The stress, fear, and physical toll began to wear her down. In August 1974, desperate for help, Doris overheard two men talking in a local bookstore. They were discussing paranormal phenomena, and they seemed to know their stuff. She approached them and shared a bit of her story, just enough to catch their attention. She didn't tell them everything, though, some details felt too personal, too unbelievable. One of the men, Carrie Gaynor, was intrigued. He was a UCLA psychology student and a member of a.

of the now-defunct parapsychology lab. This lab studied paranormal events but with a psychological twist, theorizing that these occurrences might be linked to the human mind's untapped power. Carrie saw potential in Doris's story and called his mentor, neuropsychiatrist Barry Taff. Together, they decided to visit Doris's house on August 22, 1974. When they arrived, they started with the basics, asking Doris about her life, her past, her struggles. Doris was evasive. She avoided questions about her family and only gave vague descriptions

of the paranormal activity, noises, whispers, cold spots. Frustrated, they decided to interview her kids. The boys described similar experiences, strange sounds, cold drafts, and the unsettling feeling of being watched. Still, it wasn't much to go on. Finally, Doris broke down. Through tears, she confessed everything, her troubled childhood, her substance abuse, and the relentless attacks by invisible forces. She even showed them the bruises, bite marks, and scratches that covered her body. At first, the investigators were skeptical. Doris's chaotic life, her addiction, her abusive relationships, her run-down home, made

them question her credibility. They theorized that her mind might be playing tricks on her, manifesting her trauma into hallucinations. But then, the neighbors started talking. Ten days later, Doris called the investigators again. This time, she claimed the phenomena weren't just affecting her family, the neighbors had witnessed strange events, too. When Carrie and Barry arrived, they found a small crowd gathered outside the house. The neighbors described seeing glowing green orbs floating around the property, passing

through walls and furniture. Some even reported catching glimpses of shadowy figures out of the corner of their eyes. The smell of rotting flesh was another recurring complaint. It wasn't constant, and it didn't seem to come from any specific source. Instead, the stench would drift around the house, lingering in certain rooms before vanishing. Inside, things got even stranger. The investigators noted an unusual chill in Doris's bedroom, despite the summer heatwave that was breaking records that year.

The room felt unnaturally cold, and the smell of decay was strongest there. As they questioned Doris, a kitchen cabinet door suddenly swung open, and a frying pan flew across the room. Carrey and Barry searched for wires, magnets, or any logical explanation for what they just witnessed. They found nothing. In the days that followed, the activity intensified. Glowing orbs appeared more frequently, zipping around the house and occasionally merging to

form humanoid shapes. One particularly chilling incident involved the orbs coalescing into a figure that seemed to move its lips, as if trying to speak. The investigators captured these events on film, but the photos often turned out blank or distorted, as if the entities were interfering with the cameras. Doris eventually moved to Carson, California, hoping to escape the haunting. But the phenomena followed her. More attacks, more glowing orbs, and even recordings of disembodied voices kept the nightmare

alive. Despite further investigations, Doris refused to participate in more experiments. She moved, frequently, eventually settling down in San Bernardino County. Years later, her son revealed that Doris had been deeply traumatized by the experience. He believed that her troubled past, her abusive childhood, substance abuse, and dysfunctional relationships, might have played a role in attracting the negative energy. Doris Bither passed away in 1999 at 58 years old, leaving behind a story that continues to baffle paranormal experts and skeptics alike.

Was it a hoax? Mass hysteria? Or was Doris truly a victim of forces we can't yet understand? The case remains one of the most compelling and controversial, paranormal investigations to this day. On one side, Elizabeth had Mike stealing to fund her extravagant lifestyle, and on the other, she had Karen supplying her with free drugs. During the day, she played the perfect wife, but at night, she was out partying, doing drugs, and living it up.

But, as you can guess, Mike eventually got fed up. Let's start. In the early hours of February 3, 1986, Elizabeth Turpin returned home after an all-night party with her best friend, Karen. Her plan was simple, crawl into bed as quickly as possible. But when she walked through the door, her entire world shifted. Blood. It was everywhere. She called out for her husband, Mike, but there was no response. She searched the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms, nothing. He was gone. It was such a chilling scene that she immediately called the police. Within minutes, the street outside her home

was filled with patrol cars. Officers scrambled to make sense of the chaos, initially believing it was a robbery gone wrong. They thought a thief had broken in, been confronted by Mike, and killed him during a scuffle. That theory didn't last long. When officers questioned Elizabeth about Mike, she painted a strange picture. She claimed he was involved in shady activities and even stole money from his own workplace, scamming his bosses and colleagues. On top of that, she mentioned he'd been acting erratically. Elizabeth told them she had been out partying with Karen, who confirmed the story, and added even more details.

Karen described Mike as abusive, deceitful, and downright dangerous. With that information, investigators leaned toward the idea of a revenge killing. But when Mike's body was eventually found, the autopsy results threw everything upside down. The injuries on Mike's body didn't align with a robbery or a professional hit. The wounds were personal. Brutal. Officers began to question if Mike really was the terrible person Elizabeth and Karen claimed. And most importantly, was he truly involved in something dangerous, or was there another explanation?

This was the beginning of a dark and twisted case. Michael Turpin, the backstory, Michael Robert Turpin, or Mike, was born on October 3, 1963, in Los Angeles, California. Details about his family are scarce, but Mike's character wasn't. Friends described him as fun, respectful, and well-loved. He was a runner, a basketball player, and a talented saxophonist. He attended the University of Kentucky, earning a degree in accounting while also playing in the university's marching band. Mike's life was busy but fulfilling.

He balanced work, studies, and friendships with ease. Life seemed perfect for the young man until, at 22, he met Elizabeth Sender. Elizabeth was 19 and mesmerizing. She was beautiful, confident, and whip-smart. Like Mike, she loved sports and music. For someone like Mike, who had been so focused on academics and work that he barely thought about dating, meeting Elizabeth was life-changing. He quickly fell head over heels, and soon, his priorities shifted. He started spending less time with friends and family, and before long, he proposed to Elizabeth.

She said yes. Their wedding was a whirlwind. It wasn't a grand affair, just a quick affair, just a quick friend. ceremony with a handful of people. They signed the papers, went to church for the formalities, and called it a day. But their honeymoon. They spared no expense. Lavish hotels, incredible trips, and non-stop indulgence. While they were living it up, Mike's friends and family couldn't help but notice some red flags. For one, Elizabeth loved attention. Even at her wedding, she chose a provocative dress designed to turn heads. And then there was her control over Mike.

Friends noticed that she could manipulate him with ease, using her charm and physical allure to get what she wanted. If Mike resisted, she knew exactly how to break him down. The honeymoon, which reportedly lasted between one and two months, came to an end, and the couple settled into married life. They bought a house together, and Mike landed a great job as an accountant. Elizabeth, meanwhile, became a housewife. Their plan was simple, Elizabeth would take care of the home and eventually raised their kids.

But Elizabeth quickly realized she wasn't cut out for that life. She was too young to settle down. She wanted shopping sprees, nights out at the movies, and wild parties. For a few months, their life fell into a dull routine. Mike worked long hours, came home late, and had no interest in going out. Elizabeth grew bored and began spending money like there was no tomorrow. She bought designer handbags, got her hair done weekly, and made sure she always looked her best. her spending habits created tension. Mike couldn't understand why his compliments weren't enough

for her. Why did she need validation from everyone else? Money became their biggest issue. Mike was the one bringing in the income, but Elizabeth was the one burning through it. Whenever Mike tried to spend a little on himself, she'd blow up at him. Eventually, Elizabeth decided to get a job, landing a sales position at a car dealership. It was a perfect fit for her outgoing and charming personality. She quickly became one of the dealership's top salespeople, boosting profits and impressing her bosses. But that's where things took a darker turn. One night, Elizabeth and two co-workers went out for drinks to celebrate a big sale. After a few rounds, one of the guys pulled out a small bag of drugs. Elizabeth decided to try it, convincing herself

it would just be a one-time thing. Spoiler, it wasn't. Elizabeth's double life, that first night led to many more. Elizabeth started going out regularly, drinking, doing drugs, and partying hard. At first, she kept up appearances at home. But eventually, Mike noticed the money wasn't adding up. Elizabeth wasn't just blowing through her paycheck, she was dipping into their joint account. And when Mike confronted her, the fights got uglier. Elizabeth, being the master manipulator she was, knew how to keep Mike in line. She convinced him that her spending was justified. Their life together was so dull, she claimed that if things didn't change, she'd leave him. Desperate to make her happy, Mike started working overtime, begging for raises, and, stealing.

He began embezzling small amounts from his job, but Elizabeth always wanted more. The thefts escalated, and Mike was drowning in guilt. During this time, Elizabeth met Karen Brown. Karen was a mechanic at the same dealership, but she had a side hustle, dealing drugs. Karen had a complicated past. She grew up in a small town, showed promise as an athlete, but her love for partying derailed her life. Moving to Lexington gave her a fresh start, but she quickly fell back into old habits. When Elizabeth found out Karen was a dealer, she saw an opportunity.

Elizabeth didn't just become a regular customer, she manipulated Karen, just like she had manipulated Mike. She used her charm to get free drugs and even started an affair with her. Whether Elizabeth truly cared for Karen or was just using her is debatable, but one thing was clear, Karen was smitten. The breaking point, Elizabeth now had Mike stealing to fund her lifestyle and Karen providing free drugs. But it wasn't enough. Mike was beginning to question her spending, and she saw him as more of an obstacle than a husband. Divorce would be expensive, and she didn't want to lose her luxurious life.

Instead, Elizabeth started telling Karen and a coworker, Keith Bouchard, that Mike was abusive. She claimed he beat her, controlled her, and made her life miserable. Karen and Keith were sympathetic. Karen was in love with Elizabeth, and Keith was either her secret lover or hopelessly infatuated with her, accounts vary. Elizabeth suggested a shocking solution, they should kill Mike. She even had a motive lined up. Mike had a $60,000 life insurance policy, and she promised to split the payout with Karen and Keith if they helped her. The murder.

In the early hours of February 3rd, 1986, Karen and Keith went to the Turpin House. Keith hid while Karen pounded on the door, screaming that Elizabeth was in danger. A panicked Mike threw on clothes and opened the door, only to be ambushed by Keith. Using a glove outfitted with knives, Keith stabbed Mike 19 times in the chest, neck, and face. The wounds were savage and personal, not the work of a professional hitman. They loaded Mike's body into Karen's car, drove to a nearby golf course, and duffe. him in a pond. Then they waited.

A few hours later, Elizabeth called the police, claiming she'd come home to find blood everywhere and her husband missing. The investigation, Elizabeth and Karen stuck to their story, they had been out partying while Mike stayed home. Elizabeth claimed Mike had shady dealings and probably crossed the wrong person. Karen backed her up, insisting Mike was abusive. At first, it seemed like an open-and-shut case of revenge. But when Mike's body was found, the narrative unraveled.

The wounds on Mike's body were too emotional for a professional hit. Investigators started looking into Elizabeth and discovered her double life. Friends and co-workers spoke of her wild partying and her relationship with Karen. The police also learned about Keith, whose involvement came to light when Karen's roommate turned in a bloodstained shirt. Testing confirmed it was Mike's blood, and Keith's name quickly became the centerpiece of the investigation. The arrests and trial, Keith, under pressure, confessed to the crime and implicated both Elizabeth

and Karen. On February 9, 1986, Elizabeth was arrested. During the trial, it became clear that Elizabeth was the mastermind. She had manipulated Karen and Keith, using their feelings for her to orchestrate Mike's murder. Neither Karen nor Keith realized the extent of Elizabeth's lies until it was too late. In the end, all three were convicted. Elizabeth, Karen, and Keith received life sentences, with the possibility of parole after 25 years. What do you think? Was justice served? Let's hear your thoughts. As I said before,

Ellis has a long history of running away from home, running away to drink, to smoke, and often disappearing for days. So the officers told her parents to wait a little longer, one day, two days, and then if the girl didn't return, to go back to the station and file a formal report. On the night of Saturday, July 22, 1995, Ellis Poir, 15 years old, was watching a movie with her parents and siblings. The night went by without incidents, but at some point, the house phone started ringing. On the other end was supposedly Ellis's best friend. Ellis answered the call and talked with her friend for a while. They discussed how their summer was going, what they were doing and not doing, and after that,

Ellis hung up and told everyone she was very tired, that she wanted to sleep. She kissed everyone good night and went to her room. Unfortunately, this was not true. What she really did was change clothes, opened the window, and escaped through the backyard. Unfortunately, what was supposed to be a night of fun turned into eight months of relentless searching by her parents. Ellis Marie Poer was born on April 24, 1980, in Templeton, California, as the oldest of four children of Lisa and David Poer. Ellis, according to her loved ones, was a very

independent girl, fond of sports, theater, and a member of her church choir. Another thing that people highlighted about her was that she was very friendly, not having any prejudices, and she was capable of befriending people who most would see as dangerous or troublesome. I'm not saying that Ellis hung out with bad people, but she never saw the bad in others. You could warn her, you could tell her a thousand times that a certain person wasn't good for her, but this girl never listened. At one point in her childhood, her parents bought land in Arroyo Grande, California, and once there, they built their dream home. Some sources say the poors built the house, while others claimed that the house was already standing when they arrived. Regardless, Ellis chose the farthest room,

specifically the one that overlooked the backyard, which would later be very important. Once settled in Arroyo Grande, the poor children started attending the local public school, but for an unknown reason, Ellis was kept out of it. Between sixth and seventh grade, she studied from home, and in eighth grade, she returned to school. Here, there is much speculation, and there are two versions related to this. The first is that Ellis suffered bullying, which is why she studied from home during those grades. The second option is that she started hanging out with bad company. However, all of this is just speculation, and we don't know for sure if it is true. What we do know is that Ellis always had two best friends, two girls named Angel and Shannon. The three of them were

inseparable. They shared likes, hobbies, secrets, and each of them had a sort of role within their group. One was shy, another was studious, and Ellis was the wild one. She was bold, outgoing, and always getting into trouble. She talked to everyone, knew all the gossip, and on more than one occasion, ran away from home to go into the woods to drink and smoke. This is where we encounter the first major problem, what for Ellis were just harmless fun, for her parents was something very serious. She ran away very often, got into trouble, smoked, and drank. So at one point, Ellis was admitted to the Mariposa Community Recovery Center. It is said that she stayed there for some time, anywhere between a few weeks and a few months, and during that time,

she met a boy her age named Jacob Delashment. Jacob seemed like a normal, ordinary guy, friendly, pleasant, and part of a music group called Hatred, which was composed of the following members, Joseph Fiorella, who supposedly was the leader, Travis Williams, Royce Casey, and of course, Jacob Delashment. This boy and Ellis became very good friends, so much so that Angel and Shannon started to suspect that they might like each other. This relationship would have been beautiful, had it not been for the fact that the girls thought Jacob was trouble. He drank, smoked, and hung out with someone they knew very well, Joseph Fiorella, who went to their same school and had a very

bad reputation. With this person as his best friend, Angel and Shannon expected the worst from him. After her stay in the Mariposa Center, Ellis calmed down quite a bit. She became more responsible, stopped running away at night, and her parents were very proud of her. However, what they didn't know was that her friends were keeping very dark secrets from her. Secrets like the fact that on one occasion, Jacobs Group attacked her. There are various versions of what really happened, but they all end the same. One version says that a guy pretended to fall down a hill, and when Ellis went to help him, another one from the group came from behind and tried to strangle her with a belt.

Another version says that the boys pushed Ellis, and one of them tried to strangle her with a belt, but in any case, all versions end the same, the boys convinced her that it was just a joke, a game between friends, that it didn't matter, that it was a prank, and Ellis ended up believing them. Ellis told this to Angel and Shannon, and neither of them found it funny. They made it very clear that, for them, it was no joke, and that those boys were very dangerous, but Ellis once again refused to listen and made them promise to keep this story a secret. Time passed, and summer of 1-995 arrived.

Like every summer in a Royo Grande, most people went on vacation. They went to the beach, to the mountains, or camping, but Ellis, this time, had no plans. But on the night of July 22nd, something changed. Ellis was on the couch with her parents and siblings, watching a movie when some of Suddenly the phone started ringing. Lisa Poer, Ellis's mother, got up from her seat and answered the call, and on the other end was Angel. So, the woman handed the phone to her daughter and sat back down. Ellis spoke with Angel for several minutes, and during that time, the girls told each other what was going on, what they were doing, what they weren't doing, where they were going, and where they wanted to go.

At one point, Ellis told her friend that she would probably hang out with Jacob and his friends that night. A few minutes later, the girl hung up the phone, told everyone she was very tired, kissed them good night, and went to her room. The next morning, the poor family couldn't find their daughter. She wasn't in her room, she wasn't in the living room, she wasn't in the kitchen. So, they went to the police and reported her disappearance, and guess what? As I said before, Ellis had a long history of running away from home, running away to drink, running away to smoke, and often disappearing for days.

So, the officers told her parents to wait a little longer, one day, two days, and then, if the girl didn't come back, to go back to the station and file a formal report. The family waited a little longer, and seeing that Ellis didn't return, they went to the station and wanted to report it. But the officers, on this occasion, mentioned that a guy about 20 years old had also gone missing, so they assumed the kids had run away together. It's important to note that in 1995, Horrio Grande reported a total of 100 violent crimes, so the police assumed they couldn't afford to waste time looking for someone like her, someone

who was probably out partying with friends. Eventually, the police started searching for the girl, but for eight months, they found nothing, not a clue, not a witness. It was as if Ellis had vanished into thin air, and little by little, the case began to grow cold. In August of 1995, Angel and Shannon went to a lake together, and while they were walking, they started hearing some very distinct music. Following their ears, they found Jacob Delashmuth and the boys. As soon as they saw them, they invited the girls to party, go into the woods, drink, and smoke. Jacob and the boys' insistence was very sinister, so Angel spoke up, and the next day, both friends went to the police to report them.

They said they suspected the boys might have kidnapped Ellis, that something had happened to her, but the officers didn't listen. They said they would investigate, but in reality, they didn't do anything. Days, weeks, and months passed, and soon, Jacob's group started spreading rumors, rumors saying they had sacrificed a virgin to become metal stars. But despite how shocking it may sound, no one reported them, as everyone thought it was just talk, just a bunch of loud mouths who were. wanted attention. But little by little, the rumors started to fade, and so did some of the members of the group, especially Royce Casey. Since Ellis's disappearance, Royce had been keeping a sort of journal, writing in it almost every day, and no one knew what was inside it. In early 1996, Royce started approaching some churches, asking about the Bible and sins, and in March of

that year, the boy asked a religious leader if God could forgive anything. The answer was yes, but only if you truly repent and confess your sins. So on the 13th of that month, the boy went to the police and confessed to the crime. The story goes back to early 1995 when Jacob DeLashmots group set their eyes on Ellis. She was a very pleasant girl, sweet, outgoing, but what happened was that Joseph Fiorella started feeling threatened by her. Jacob spent a lot of time with her. They got along very well, so he devised a plan to gradually remove her.

from their lives. Joseph started becoming interested in the occult and began a collection related to it, with books and pamphlets by Alistair Crowley, and eventually, he manipulated his friends into believing that a sacrifice would make the metal stars. He said some songs specifically talked about this, sacrificing virgins, having relations with corpses, and little by little, they introduced the idea of killing Ellis Poer into their minds. The first attempt was a complete failure. The whole group planned to deceive her, strangle her, and stab her, but at the last moment, Travis Williams backed out. To prevent the girl from suspecting, they told her it was just a joke. Seeing that Travis was a problem, Joseph excluded him. So, on July 22, 1995, they carried out

the second attempt. Jacob arranged to meet with Ellis, and after speaking with Angel on the phone, the girl pretended to be very tired, went to her room, and escaped through the window. Jacob Delashment, Joseph Fiorella, Royce Casey, and Ellis Poer went together to an eucalyptus forest right behind Ellis's house. Once there, they set up a party, drank, smoked, and listened to music. But at one point, Royce Casey stood up, took off his belt, and strangled her with it. Seeing this, Joseph stood up, took a knife, and stabbed her in the neck three years. times. He then passed the knife to Jacob, who repeated the process. The three boys passed the knife around, stabbing her 12 times, but she still didn't die. She kept screaming, fighting, and begging

them to stop. It is said that the girl agonized for a long time, and throughout the process, the three friends simply stood there, watching, waiting for her heart to stop beating. When this happened, Jacob, Joseph, and Royce dragged the body to a secluded area, where they took turns desecrating it, which they repeated every other week for eight months. They believed this would give them power. They were so proud of what they had done that the three boys spread rumors, claiming they had sacrificed a virgin, that they would have powers, and that Satan was on their side. But this madness spiraled out of control, and Joseph started saying that soon they should sacrifice another person, and Royce Casey thought he was referring to him. So, the boy, in fear, went to church, and the rest is history.

In September 1996, Joseph Fiorella, Jacob Delashmint, and Royce Casey were sentenced to serve sentences ranging from 25 years to life in prison, each being transferred to a different facility. As a result, Ellis's parents, Lisa and David Poer, decided to file a lawsuit against the band Slayer, as the boys during the trial claimed that the band had pushed them to commit the crime. They were very involved in the occult and were drawn to it, wanting powers, but they claimed that two songs by Slayer were decisive in this crime, specifically post-mortem and dead skin mask. In post-mortem, for example, there's a phrase, tighten the tourniquet around your neck, which the boys could have used to strangle Ellis with a belt. In dead skin mask, there's the line,

I scraped the skin with the tips of my fingers, the brushing of the cold dead flesh soothes my mind, which the boys could have interpreted as having relations with a corpse. The lawsuit was delayed until 2000, and when the time came, the judge dismissed it. The poors insisted, but the judge once again stated that Slayer's music had nothing to do with the fact that three boys murdered their daughter, which was later proven in an interview with the Washington Post. Years later, Jacob Delashmet said the following, music is destructive, but that's not why Ellis was murdered. She was murdered because Joe was obsessed with her and obsessed with killing her.

Jacob Delashmet was granted parole, and in 2021, he will try again, and as for Joseph Fiorella, he has been on parole since June of this year. Now, it's your turn. What do you think of the case? Do you think these men deserve to be free? End. Now, her relationship with Hannah says they were friends who got along very well, and she also mentions that on the night of May 19th, Hannah went to visit her at home and stayed for a full hour talking with her. She says that Hannah arrived at 11 p.m. and during that time, told her that Brad and she were not doing well, that they fought a lot, that Brad was

very controlling, that they physically fought, and at exactly midnight, Hannah left through the door. This case begins on the evening of May 19, 1999, when Hannah Hill returned home after spending the whole day at work. She was so tired that when she got home, she put on her pajamas. At first, she didn't plan to go out, but then she grabbed the phone and called her friends, her best friend, her boyfriend, a couple of other colleagues, and by 10.30 p.m., very upset, she dressed in street clothes and told her mother that she would be back in about an hour. No one knew why she was upset, they just saw that she was angry and would return later, but that later never came.

Hannah Christine Hill was born on May 30, 1980, in Akron, Ohio, as the youngest of four children. Her parents, Kimberly, a stay-at-home mom, and Elsa, a truck driver, always considered Hannah to be a wonderful girl. She was calm, cheerful, fun, and very trusting, she would consider someone her best friend within two minutes of meeting them. According to many, this was the key to her popularity, she got along with everyone, and at the last school dance, she was crowned winter queen. She was also very happy that her parents had bought her a 1996 Geo prism, a car she never tired of driving around the neighborhood. After graduating, Hannah began working part-time as a secretary, and things were going

so well that she started considering moving in with her longtime boyfriend, Brad O'Borne. However, As you can imagine, Hannah's life was far from perfect. She and Brad fought constantly, and on several occasions, their fights became physical. They fought in private and in public, and they didn't care who was watching. At one point, Brad O'Born moved into Hannah's house, but after a few months, things weren't working out, so the couple decided to separate. But not in the sense of breaking up, they just went back to their parents' homes while continuing their relationship. On May 19, 1999, Hannah left work and went straight home.

She was so tired that as soon as she entered, she put on her pajamas and went to her room. Around 9 p.m., Hannah picked up the phone and called her best friend, Jennifer Edwards. The girls talked for a while, and Hannah asked Jennifer if she was going out, but Jennifer said no, she was also tired and wanted to sleep. So, Hannah told her friend she would say, stay home, and then she hung up and called several other people. By 10.30 p.m., Hannah dressed and went toward the door, but on her way out, her mother, Kimberly, stopped her. Kimberly said Hannah was quite upset but didn't tell her exactly what was wrong or who she was

angry with, or where she was going. She only said that she would return in a couple of hours, and then she left through the door. After that, they never saw her again. The next morning, Thursday, May 20th, Kimberly and Elsa went to Hannah's room to ask her what happened the previous night, where she had gone, who she was angry with, but when they opened the door, they realized that Hannah wasn't there and probably hadn't spent the night at home. Often, Hannah stayed over at her best friend's house.

Kimberly told her husband not to worry. However, by mid-morning, they received a call from her work saying she hadn't shown up. Hannah wasn't the type of person who would skip work just because she was out partying, so Kimberly, very upset, grabbed the phone and called all of her friends, but none of them knew where she was. No one had seen her, and no one had talked to her. So, the woman, extremely nervous, quickly went to the police and filed a missing person report. She gave a physical description of her, said how she was dressed, gave the model and license

plate of her car, but when she mentioned Hannah's age, officer taking the report stopped writing. The reason? Hannah Hill was 18 years old. Most teenagers between 15 and 20 years old often run away from home for a few days with a boyfriend or a friend, and they return home after a couple of days. So the officer told Kimberly that if her daughter didn't come back in two days, she should return to the police station, and they would start looking for her. In response to this, obviously, the Hill family was in shock. Hannah wasn't that type of person. She came from a good family, had a good education, was responsible, had a job,

she wasn't the kind of person who would run away from home just for a party and then return after a couple of days. So, Jennifer Edwards, her best friend, took matters into her own hands and started searching for Hannah Hill herself. She first went to Hannah's house and retraced the events of the night she disappeared. She went into her room, trying to think of who she could talk to, and then grabbed the phone and called all the people she thought Hannah might have spoken to. She called Brad, but Brad said he didn't know anything.

She called Denny Ross, but Denny Ross didn't know anything either. She called someone named Marta, but Marta didn't know anything. Nobody, absolutely nobody, knew where the hell Hannah Hill could be. So, the girl reached a dead end. On May 22nd, the Akron police received a strange phone call. Someone said that there was a 1996 Geo prism abandoned on Cain Road, a somewhat secluded road. The car belonged to Hanna Hill, but the police didn't check it. They ignored the call and simply let time pass.

The next day, May 23rd, Brad O'Born, Hannah's boyfriend, went to the police station to ask about the investigation. He wanted to know what progress had been made, if they had any leads, or any suspects. The officers noticed that this guy was covered in bruises and scratches all over his neck and arms. So, they asked him how he got them, and the guy said it was from Hannah. Before she disappeared, the couple had fought. This was their usual routine, they fought, they hit each other, and then separated. After a couple of days, they reconciled and started over. The guy was being honest with the officers, but obviously, for a girl to disappear and

for her boyfriend to have bruises, it raised suspicions. So, the police made him a suspect, but unfortunately, they did nothing about it. They didn't interrogate him, they didn't follow him, they just added him to the blacklist. When the Hill family found out about this, they couldn't believe it. The officers weren't doing anything to search for Hannah. They didn't put up posters, didn't send out alerts, and didn't patrol the area. So, they put pressure on the Akron Police Department to do something, and finally, they notified the media and spread a complete description of Hannah Hill. They published her photo, listed her height, age, and mentioned the model of the car she had, a 1996 Geo prism. And it's worth mentioning that hours after the ads

were published, the police department received dozens of calls from people claiming they had seen that car on Cain Road. Everyone was convinced that the car belonged to Hannah, same license plate, same model, same color. So, on May 26th, at 7.30 a.m., several officers went to Cain Road and inspected the car in question. As soon as they saw it, they realized three things. First, it was the same color, same model, and same license plate. So, that car was indeed Hannah Hills. Then, they saw that there was a parking ticket on the windshield, a ticket that had been issued on May 20th, meaning many days before they found the car. And third, they noticed that there were a lot of fast food wrappers inside the car.

So either Hannah had gone to several restaurants or someone had taken her on that route before abandoning the car. Realizing this, the officers proceeded to open the vehicle and the trunk. They found something that would change the entire course of the case. There, before their eyes, was the lifeless body of Hannah Christine Hill. Her body was naked from the waist down, and from the waist up, she was wearing a bra over her breasts. Her whole body was covered in bruises and scratches on her arms, she had a bite mark,

and her lips had a white residue. Moreover, considering certain marks on her neck, they could confirm that Hannah had died from strangulation. Once in the hands of forensic experts, they found that the girl had consumed alcohol before her death. The public was in shock. If the police had acted sooner, Hannah might still be alive. They called over and over, reported the abandoned car, tried to provide leads, but the officers didn't listen.

So, the police acted quickly and found the culprit, or their reputation would have been tarnished. They decided to focus on the only suspect, Brad O'Born, Hannah's boyfriend. They went to his house, took him to the police station, and interrogated him for five hours. The content of the interrogation, the questions, and the officers involved were never known, but the conclusion was clear, Brad was ruled out as a suspect. Given the way Hannah was found, naked and with her legs open, it pointed to a crime of passion. So, the police assumed that the person who killed her was someone close to her, and if Brad wasn't the one, it had to be someone with whom Hannah had spoken before leaving the house.

They grabbed her phone and traced all the calls she made before leaving. The first person she called was Jennifer Edwards, but Jennifer wasn't a suspect. The second was Brad O'Borne, but once again, Brad wasn't a suspect. The third person was a guy named Denny Ross. Denny Ross was a 20-year-old guy known for throwing parties in their town. Denny had his own apartment and threw parties every week, where everyone could do whatever they wanted. This guy had a reputation for being very outgoing and, at the same time, very flirtatious. But not the kind of flirt who charmed everyone, he was the kind who, once he got what he wanted,

pretended not to have seen you. Another very characteristic trait of Denny was that he was very stubborn. If he wanted something, he wouldn't stop until he got it, and it didn't matter if that something was his friend's girlfriend. He didn't care about breaking a friendship just to spend five minutes with a girl. So, everyone knew him as a backstabber. Denny didn't respect anyone except himself, and that's why practically no one trusted him. To give you an idea of what kind of person Denny was, in January of that same year, he tried to sell 500 grams of cocaine to several police informants, and because of that, he was arrested.

Just two days before Hannah disappeared, Denny went to trial for drug trafficking, was found guilty, and sentenced to two years of probation. To be continued. To give you an idea of what kind of person Denny was, in January of that same year, he tried to sell 500 grams of cocaine to several police informants, and because of this, he was arrested just two days before Hannah disappeared. Denny had his trial for drug trafficking, was found guilty, and sentenced to two years of probation. According to Jennifer, Hannah and Denny weren't close friends, they saw each other occasionally, had a drink together, but their relationship didn't go beyond that, and they always hung out in groups. She also asked Denny if he met with Hannah on the night of May 19, and he said he didn't

see her, didn't know anything about her, and barely talked to her. However, the police decided to pay Denny a little visit. As soon as they arrived at his house, they noticed he had a cast on his arm. They quickly asked him what had happened, to which Denny said. said that a couple of weeks earlier, he had been in a fight and broke his arm. Then, speaking for himself and without being asked, he said that on the night of May 19, Hannah came to his house. Days before, when Jennifer was looking for information, Denny had told her he hadn't seen Hannah, hadn't spoken to her, and knew nothing about her, but now he was telling the

police a completely different story, one that made him the prime suspect in a case. The next morning, 15 police officers stormed Denny Ross's house and began an exhaustive search. They turned the whole house upside down, searched cabinets, drawers, and all over. They realized that his bedroom had small bloodstains all over. There were stains on the walls, the sheets, and the floor. When several officers went to the yard to smoke, they saw an open garbage bag in the bushes. Inside, they found a woman's clothes, handbag, shoes, pants, and underwear, all covered in blood, feces, and semen. All of these clothes belonged to Hannah Hill, the ones she wore the day she

disappeared. So, 24 hours later, Denny Ross was arrested and charged with first-degree murder with aggravating circumstances. With all the evidence they had against Denny, the whole world believed he was guilty. First, after some analysis, they considered that the seaman found on Hannah's clothes belonged to Denny Ross. Then, they noted that the white residue on Hannah's lips perfectly matched the cast that Denny Ross had on his arm. Third, they pointed out that the bite mark on Hannah's arm matched Denny Ross's dental impression. With all this, the police created a timeline, Hannah Hill left her house at 10.30 p.m. and arrived at Denny's house at 11 p.m. Once there, the two of them talked, and at some point, they started drinking. Denny Ross wanted

to have sex with her, but she refused. So, the guy showed his dominant and very difficult character. He pushed her again and again, and when the girl couldn't defend herself anymore, he did whatever he wanted with her. Afterward, realizing he made a mistake and that he could go to jail for it, he decided to end her life. He put his hands around Hannah's neck and strangled her. As her brain lost control of the organs, her sphincter relaxed, and she inevitably defecated. Seeing what had happened, Denny removed her clothes and put them in a trash bag. He then picked up her body, put it in the trunk of Hannah's car, started the engine, and parked it on Kane Road. Up until this point, everyone assumed that Denny Ross was the killer, but what they didn't know was that things wouldn't be so easy to resolve.

The case wouldn't be simple, as Denny's father, Alan Ross. was a very influential person. This man got in touch with several reputable lawyers, and they all began to work on defending his son. On October 17, 2000, the trial against Denny Ross began, and the defense had the following arguments. First, they claimed that the prosecution only had circumstantial evidence against Denny Ross, evidence that didn't truly prove that Denny had killed Hannah. Then, they argued that the police had rushed to find a culprit and that they found the body very late, which made the whole town dislike them. They said the police just wanted to close the case quickly to clean up their image. Third, they argued that it was very strange that Bradoborne

wasn't a suspect. What happened during his interrogation? Why was he ruled out so quickly? Clearly, the guy had hit Hannah several times, they screamed at each other, fought, and physically fought. Their relationship was very toxic, and it made no sense that the police had ruled him out. Fourth, they pointed out that next to Denny Ross's house was an adult bookstore, a place frequented by shady people. So, it was possible that someone saw Hannah leave the house, killed her, and framed Denny. Fifth, they mentioned that there were fast food rappers in Hannah's car. The police hadn't investigated those rappers. The person who killed Hannah probably ordered that food, not her. She didn't ask for the food and then abandoned the car, but the

officers didn't check it. Sixth, they argued that the blood in Denny's room didn't belong to Hannah Hill. The DNA didn't match. So, the crime scene wasn't actually the crime scene. Seventh, they pointed out that there was no evidence on Hannah's body that Denny Ross had touched her. Yes, there was a bite mark that matched his dental impression, but apart from that, there was no DNA inside her body, no semen from Denny Ross, and there were no hairs or fingerprints of his in the car. So, there was no way to link the guy to the crime. Eight, they pointed out the garbage bag with all the evidence.

A bag that seemed very strange to be found at the crime scene after so many days. But we will come back to this point later. Two of the most important witnesses in the case, according to the press, were crucial. The first was Jennifer Edwards, Hannah's best friend. Jennifer repeatedly said that Denny had told her that he had. hadn't seen Hannah the night of the crime, hadn't talked to her, hadn't met with her, and didn't know anything about her. This made it very clear that this guy had been lying. The second important witness was the officer who searched Denny Ross's house.

They said that when they arrived at the house in the morning, they heard a loud noise coming from the yard, a noise very similar to when you throw something heavy out of a window. After the noise and after searching the house, they found the garbage bag with all the evidence in the bushes in the yard. So, they were sure that Denny Ross, after hearing them arrive, grabbed the bag and threw it out the window. At this point, they applied logic, when the police arrived to do the search, Denny, very nervous, grabbed all of Hannah's belongings, put them in a bag, and threw it out the window.

But the defense turned this around and argued that the bag was coincidentally found open. It was a very heavy bag with many of Hannah's belongings in it, and throwing it out the window without closing it first would have been a mistake. If you throw a bag out the window without closing it, everything inside will fall out. But this bag conveniently fell to the ground without losing anything along the way. Another very logical point was why Denny would keep Hannah's belongings for so many days. Why didn't he throw them away? They had blood, feces, and semen. Why didn't he burn it all? Why didn't he throw it in the trash? Why did he simply grab it and throw it out the window?

Finally, a chemist demonstrated that the white residue on Hannah's lips might not be from Denny Ross's cast. The white residue could also be found on the lining of the trunk of his car. So, once again, everything they had against this guy was circumstantial. On October 26, 2000, the case went to a jury composed of five men and seven women. These people had three options. First, they could declare Denny Ross. Ross guilty of first-degree murder with aggravating circumstances, which would lead to the death penalty. The second option was guilty without aggravating circumstances, which would result in a

life sentence. The third option was to set him free with no charges. The jury began to deliberate at 9 a.m. and two hours later, they took a break. During the break, some jury members commented that it didn't make sense to keep discussing because Denny Ross was guilty. They said that in the press, it had been mentioned that Brad O'Borne had taken a lie detector test, and therefore, if Brad was innocent, Denny was guilty. During a trial, the jury can't consult outside information, can't look at newspapers, and can't ask anyone. The only valid information is what is presented during the trial in court. So, another jury member went to the authorities and told them that one of the jurors was consulting the local newspaper. On October 28, the discussions resumed.

The entire jury signed a statement confirming that they all agreed that Hanna Hill wasn't killed by Denny Ross. Right after this, the judge stopped everything. Many of you might think that the contaminated juror was expelled, but what the judge did was declare the trial null and void. This meant that Denny had to go through the whole process again, new jury, new evidence, everything new. However, in February 2002, an appeals judge ruled that repeating the trial would violate Denny

constitutional rights. So, this man was released. In July 2004, two years after the trial, Denny Ross went to court again. Jennifer Title, 32 years old, went to the police and reported that Denny, taking advantage of the fact that she was drunk, repeatedly beat her, strangled her, and then raped her. This opened the doors to investigate Hannah Hill's case again. Initially, Denny Ross was sentenced to 25 years in prison for what he did to Jennifer Title. Then, in 2012, he was tried again for what happened to Hannah Hill. When the previous trial was annulled, the appeals court ruled that Denny Ross could no longer be tried for the same crime. The jury found him innocent of that charge, and he could not be tried

again for it. But it was still unclear if he had killed Hannah Hill and desecrated her body. With new DNA identification techniques, it was proven that Denny Ross's DNA was present on Hannah Hill's body, not directly on her body, but under her nails, in her hair, and in other parts of her body. There was DNA from Denny Ross. Furthermore, in both Jennifer Titles and Hannah Hill's cases, they found what is known as a behavioral fingerprint. Both girls had been drinking, both were beaten, and both were strangled. However, in Jennifer Titles' case, she survived, but in Hannah's case, she didn't. As I said, Denny Ross, was convicted of the following charges, murder, criminal tampering with evidence, and abuse

of a corpse. After serving his sentence for what he did to Jennifer Title, Denny Ross will serve his sentence for the crime of Hannah Hill. It is believed that he will be eligible for parole in 2046 when he is 67 years old. However, according to several lawyers, it is likely that he will never be freed. Now, it's your turn. What do you think of the case? Do you think of the case? I think Denny Ross is really guilty. The End The terrifying tale of the Hong Kong murder and the ghost that haunted the mafia. It was 1999, and the air in Hong Kong was thick with unease. A 14-year-old girl stepped into a police station with fear written all over her face.

She was visibly trembling, struggling to control her nerves as tears welled up in her eyes. The officers on duty noticed her distress and rushed to calm her down, offering her a glass of water. She sat down, taking deep breaths, trying to collect herself. After a few minutes, she began to speak, her voice shaky but determined. She told the officers that she had been haunted by the ghost of a woman for an entire month. This wasn't a typical ghost story. The girl described a figure in her nightmares, a woman between 20 and 30 years old,

covered head to toe in blood. The ghost would appear, silently curse her, and watch her with a piercing gaze. And in her words, this spirit had the power to force her to act. In fact, the girl claimed that it was the ghost who had led her to the police station. The officers, naturally, were skeptical. They believed the young girl was either mentally disturbed or perhaps under the influence of drugs. But before they could dismiss her entirely, the girl dropped a bombshell, she confessed to being involved in the murder of the very woman whose ghost had been tormenting her.

This startling confession took the officers by surprise. The girl explained that the ghost was the spirit of a woman named Fanem, and that the haunting was tied to her own role in the woman's death. This chilling revelation set the stage for a case that would capture the imagination of the world and leave a trail of mystery that lingered for years. Fan Em's tragic background, born in 1975 in Hong Kong, Fanem's early life was marked by abandonment. Her parents, whose identities remain unknown, had left her at a young age. She was sent to an orphanage in the Madagway District, a notorious area of Hong Kong.

Back in the day, orphanages had a rule, when children turned 16, they were given a small stipend and sent out into the world. They were expected to find work or fend for themselves, with no further support from the orphanage. For Fanem, this abrupt transition into adulthood was anything but easy. Lacking any work experience and with no family to turn to, she resorted to a life of crime. At first, Fanem turned to petty theft, drugs, and prostitution. She would hitchhike, attracting the attention of men, but eventually, she found a safer

space working at a brothel. The work was dangerous, but it paid better, and the brothel provided some semblance of security. Fanem became a well-known figure in Hong Kong's criminal underworld. She had clients ranging from regular men to wealthy business people, and even members of the notorious Chinese mafia. Some sources suggest that one of these mafia members even became her husband. There are conflicting stories, with some claiming he was just an ordinary man, while others insist he was deeply involved in criminal activities.

Regardless, in 1996, Fanem married this man, and soon after, they had a child. Her life seemed to take a turn when she decided to turn her back on drugs and prostitution. She became determined to be the best mother she could be, leaving behind her dark past. But her new role as a mother was complicated by financial struggles, and Fan M continued to work in the brothel, despite her personal transformation. Trouble in paradise, the marriage strains. As time passed, cracks began to appear in Fan M's seemingly perfect family life. Her marriage to her mafia-connected husband deteriorated.

Neighbors reported hearing nightly arguments, shouting, crashing sounds, and slamming doors coming from their apartment. But one day, everything suddenly stopped. It was as if the chaos had vanished. In 1997, Fan M started working at a nightclub called Roman's. Villa. It was there that she met Chan Manlock, a 32-year-old member of the Chinese mafia. Chan was involved in drug dealing, running a prostitution ring, and also became one of Fan M's regular clients. Despite the dangerous nature of their relationship, Fan Am and

Chan seemed to have a rapport. After all, she had dealt with mafia members before, and she knew how to navigate those relationships. Chan reportedly sold drugs to Fan M, although some details of this claim remain murky. It is said that Fan Fan Em had quit using drugs, but according to Chan, she was still involved in the drug trade. Despite this tension, Fan Em appeared happy in her work, enjoying a steady income. The final encounter with Chan Manlock, fast forward to March 17, 1999. Fan Em and Chan had a final encounter, one that would turn into a deadly series of events. John arrived at the brothel, and after having sex with Fan Em, he left her room and paid her.

However, he soon realized something was missing, his wallet, which contained around $4,000 in cash. He retraced his steps and concluded that Fan Em had stolen it. Enraged, Chon returned to the brothel to confront Fanem. He demanded the return of his wallet, but Fanem only had $4,000 to offer. She begged for more time to come up with the remaining $10,000. Chan was having none of it. His reputation in the criminal world meant that he couldn't let this slight go unpunished. He made it clear that if Fanem didn't pay up, her life would be in danger.

Chan's threats weren't idle. He enlisted two of his associates, Luen Shincho, 27, and Luan Gu Luan, to help him punish Fanem. That night, the three men broke into Fan Em's home and forcibly took her to a nearby apartment in the Chi Ushuei District. There, they began a campaign of brutal abuse, intending to force Fan M to pay off her debt through sex work, but the torment didn't stop there. For an entire month, Fan M was held captive and subjected to unspeakable torture. Her captors beat her, burned her with hot plastic, and poured alcohol and other substances

into her wounds. She was even forced to eat human waste and drink urine. The more she resisted, the more violent the punishments became. What made the situation even more horrifying was the fact that the three men, and their accomplice, a 14-year-old girl, took pleasure in the abuse. They laughed, mocked her pain, and humiliated her in unimaginable ways. Over time, Fanem's once beautiful appearance was destroyed, leaving her unrecognizable and, to her captors, no longer valuable as a prostitute. The death of Fan Em, eventually, the torturer's interest in Fanem waned.

Her body was no longer a source of income, and they began to view her as nothing more than an object to be destroyed. As her condition deteriorated, the abusers continued. to beat her until she could no longer fight back. At this point, they began hanging her from the ceiling, using her body as a punching bag for their rage. They left her hanging for hours at a time, showing no concern for her suffering. Eventually, Van M. died from the cumulative trauma.

The fourteen-year-old girl discovered her lifeless body one morning. There was no sign of life. No breath. No movement. Just cold, lifeless flesh. than call the authorities, the men and the girl began to panic. Knowing that police were nearby, they quickly decided to dispose of the body. They couldn't afford to be caught.

So, they did what no one could have imagined, they dismembered Fanem's body. The horrific disposal of the body, using a butcher's knife, Chan began to cut Fan M's body into pieces. The organs were placed in bags and put into the fridge, while the remaining flesh was boiled in a pot. The bones and other body parts were discarded in the trash were given to street dogs to consume. But the most chilling detail was the skull. Chan stuffed it into a Hello Kitty plush toy and left it in his apartment.

However, the horrors didn't end there. The fourteen-year-old girl who had been involved in the murder began experiencing vivid nightmares. Every night, she would wake up to find herself paralyzed with fear as the bloodied, disfigured ghost of Fan M appeared at the foot of her bed. The ghost would silently stare at her, a haunting reminder of the violence that had taken place in that very apartment. Eventually, the girl couldn't take it anymore. Overwhelmed by the nightmares, she went to the police. At first, the authorities were dismissive, thinking she

was imagining things. But when she recounted the events in detail and led the officers to the apartment, they found evidence that confirmed her story. The apartment was a horrific crime scene, filthy, disorganized, and filled with disturbing evidence. The investigation and trial, among the shocking findings were a human tooth, bags of organs, and the skull inside the Hello Kitty doll. But the investigation faced a major obstacle, there was no full body. Without it, the police couldn't conclusively prove that the woman had been murdered, and the suspects, Chan and his two associates, denied. The mysterious deaths of several prominent figures in the music and entertainment industry have led to numerous conspiracy theories. Among them,

two particularly unsettling cases stand out, the deaths of Chris Cornell and Chester Bennington. Both men were not only musical icons but also vocal about important social issues, especially against the abuse of power by the elite. Their deaths, however, left many questions unanswered and sparked endless speculation about a darker side to their lives. Chris Cornell, known for his roles in Soundgarden and Audio Slave, was found dead in his hotel room in May 2017. His death was officially ruled a suicide by hanging. However, the autopsy revealed something that raised suspicion, high levels of prescription drugs, notably the sedative lorazepam, were found in his system.

Cornell's family immediately questioned the circumstances, with his wife, Vicky Cornell, expressing disbelief, stating that her husband would never intentionally harm himself, especially given their young children. This raised doubts that the death was truly a suicide. It became even more suspicious when Chester Bennington, the frontman of Lincoln Park and a close friend of Cornell, died just two months later, on Cornell's birthday. Bennington's death also appeared to be a suicide by hanging, but there were unusual findings in his autopsy. He had contusions on his brain and several broken ribs, and alcohol was found

in his system despite being sober for months. These details led many to believe that their deaths were not coincidental. Instead, it seemed like these two men, who were outspoken against the elites abuses, may have been targeted for their willingness to speak out. The connections between these deaths and the wider conspiracy theories grew stronger when considering their involvement in social causes. Both Cornell and Bennington were actively engaged in fighting human trafficking and advocating for those who had been silenced by powerful figures. Could their deaths have been orchestrated by the very elites they opposed? In the broader context, the idea of elite control over Hollywood and the music industry gained traction following the rise of the

hashtag Me Too movement in 2017. Many prominent figures within Hollywood were exposed for their involvement in various forms of abuse, including sexual harassment and trafficking. Kevin Spacey, for example, was publicly accused by multiple individuals, and his role in the series House of Cards gained attention due to its eerily similar themes of power, corruption, and ritualistic behavior. In the fifth season of the series, the character Frank Underwood is shown participating in a secret elite gathering involving human sacrifice and worship of a dark deity. These fictionalized rituals bear a striking resemblance to the accusations that have been made against some of the world's most powerful individuals. Around the same time, the conspiracy

theory known as Pizza Gate began to take off. It originated when a hacker released a series of emails from John Podesta, a political figure who was Hillary Clinton's campaign manager during the 2016 presidential election. These emails contained what appeared to be innocuous discussions about food, talks about pizza, pasta, and other casual topics. However, certain words used in the emails, like pizza and ice cream, are code words frequently used in trafficking circles to refer to something far darker, child exploitation. This was further fueled by the discovery that some of the restaurants mentioned in these emails, such as comet ping pong, were owned by people with ties to the elite circles, and these places were speculated to be fronts for trafficking

rings. The controversy intensified when it was revealed that symbols commonly associated with trafficking, like the butterfly, heart shapes, and triangles, were also seen in the logos of these restaurants. People began to connect the dots, suspecting that these elite figures were engaging in heinous activities. One particularly chilling story involved a man named Edgar Madison Welch, who, after being influenced by the Pizza Gate conspiracy, entered Comet ping-pong armed with a rifle. He believed he would find children being held captive there, but upon investigation, he found no evidence of this. Despite this, the theory of persisted in some circles, with many believing that the elites were involved in covering up

their actions. As Pizzagate lost momentum, more disturbing revelations came to light. Among the most notable was the sudden deaths of figures like Mark Saling and Avichy. Saling, who had been involved in a scandal regarding child pornography, died in 2018 in what appeared to be a suicide. Avichy, a famous DJ, also died in 2018 under mysterious circumstances, with his cause of death never officially revealed. Some speculated that both deaths were the result of the elites trying to silence those who had information about their illicit activities. Amid these dark revelations, other artists began to speak out.

Justin Bieber, for example, announced in 2019 that he was temporarily stepping away from his music career. He cited his disillusionment with the music industry and the corrupt nature of the elites, suggesting that those who wanted to succeed in Hollywood had to make certain sacrifices, including participating in strange, ritualistic practices. Bieber even hinted that these rituals involved children, a claim that was shocking but consistent with the accusations that had been building up for years.

Bieber's cryptic statements seemed to align with other artists' experiences, especially those who had risen to fame as young stars in Hollywood. One such individual, Antonio L. Reed, who was once Bieber's manager, made public comments about the young artist that were disturbing. He referred to Bieber as Beautiful Like a Woman when Bieber was just 13 or 14 years old. This comment raised red flags about the kind of people Bieber may have been surrounded by during his rise to fame.

Justin Bieber's subsequent music video for his song, Yummy, also raised eyebrows. In the video, Bieber is shown in a lavish setting with a group of adults, while children perform music on stage. The children's odd and unsettling stares at the adults, combined with the lavish, almost grotesque indulgence of the adults, seemed to hint at a deeper, more sinister meaning. The video's imagery and the references to food, including a shot of a dessert with Bieber's childhood photo on it, were widely interpreted as symbols of exploitation.

These images suggested that Bieber himself may have been a victim of the very system he was now speaking out against. This brings us to the larger question, what exactly is going on behind the scenes in Hollywood and the music industry? How much of the conspiracy surrounding child trafficking, abuse, and elite rituals is grounded in truth, and how much is mere speculation. There are undeniable connections between these high-profile deaths, the accusations of abuse, and the cryptic messages in music and entertainment media. However, as with any conspiracy theory, separating fact from fiction is nearly impossible. One thing is certain, the entertainment industry, particularly Hollywood, is full of dark secrets that are often hidden

behind a facade of glamour and success. The tragic deaths of figures like Chris Cornell, Chester Bennington and others may be tied to these secrets, and the fight to expose them is far from over. While some may dismiss these theories as paranoia or fantasy, the mounting evidence suggests that something far more disturbing may be lurking beneath the surface of the entertainment world. As more survivors and whistleblowers continue to come forward, the truth may eventually be revealed. But for now, all we can do is question the narrative that has been fed to us and consider the possibility that the true extent of the corruption in Hollywood and beyond is even more terrifying than we can imagine. And after two minutes, he passed the phone to Katie, and she

hung up. The strange thing here is that the voice of this guy didn't sound familiar to Danica at all, and she was convinced it wasn't Ryan Payne's voice. And to make things worse, in the background, she heard a second voice that she also couldn't identify, the voice of another man. Everything began on May 4, 2003, in a student residence at Western Kentucky University. It was early morning and everyone was asleep, when suddenly, at 408, the fire alarm started to go off. It wasn't the first time this had happened, some students used to pull it and run away, but this time it wasn't a false alarm. Apparently, room 214 was on fire. When the firefighters arrived and broke down the door, they found a terrible scene.

On one of the beds in that room was the body of a girl, a body with evident signs of violence and which also appeared to be the source of the fire. Melissa Coder, better known as Katie, was born on June 10, 1984, in Pellth, Kentucky, as the oldest of two daughters of Donie Yutter, a woman whose life had never been very stable. Donie, in her youth, got romantically involved with a man who was constantly in and out of prison. And apparently, from that relationship, she had her two daughters, first Katie and then, two years later, Lisa. This part of the story seems a bit blurry because some sources say Donie wasn't

entirely sure if the two girls had the same father. However, to learn about Katie Yudder's personal life, we have the book Bluegrass, a true story of murder in Kentucky, written by William Van Meeter. According to this book, after giving birth to Lisa, Donie got sick, and for a long time no one knew what was wrong with her. But eventually, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia, and because of this, she had to be hospitalized. It's from this point that the girls started moving around. In that first hospitalization, the girls went to the care of their Aunt Virginia, and when their mother was discharged, they went back with her.

Unfortunately, not long after, Donie was hospitalized again, and the girls were placed in the care of their Aunt Barbara. At this point in the story, Katie Yoder was already 10 years old, so she was perfectly aware of everything happening around her and therefore understood what her aunt Barbara was going through. Because while this woman was taking care of the girls, she was also going through a divorce. It's not very clear if the divorce was amicable, but many sources say that Barbara's ex-husband, driven by his sense of justice, reported the situation of Katie and Lisa, and both girls were placed in child protection. Katie and Lisa spent some time waiting for a family, and they were

eventually adopted by the couple Shirley and Jim Inman. Jim was a former military man, and as such, he had a very strict way of raising the girls. Every week, he sent them to church, and they were only allowed to associate with people from there. They also had to follow very strict schedules, dress neatly every day, be punctual, and stay organized. This may sound very harsh, and in fact it is, but Katie quickly adapted to this new life. She followed the rules, was punctual, got good grades, and at some point, enrolled in Hancock County High School, where she became an almost perfect student. She joined the book club, athletics, was a cheerleader, signed up for Spanish, modeled, and even participated in the sad club. In fact, her academic career was so successful that she earned a great deal of recognition, she was named Honor student, best cheerleader of the class of 98 to 99, and among many other achievements, she was.

was also named the most determined cheerleader of the class of 2000 to 2001. In 2002, Katie graduated and later enrolled at Western Kentucky University, located in Bowling Green. Her goal there was to become a dental hygienist, and she planned to study hard to make her dream come true. However, it's from this point on that everything started to go wrong. According to those who knew her, Katie was a nice, shy, and very responsible girl. She attended classes full-time, and to avoid missing any of them, she decided to live in a student residence called Poland Hall. That's when she met her new best friend, a girl named Danica. Danica and Katie did everything together, they went to class together, to the movies, shopping.

You never saw one without the other. They were so inseparable that at one point they decided to share a room in that same residence. When Katie entered university, she began to go out a lot, and she and Danica gained a reputation as party girls. University life opened the doors to a whole new world for Katie, a world of freedom and independence, and Katie decided she wanted that freedom completely. The U.S. adoption program offers many benefits until age 21, cheaper tuition, financial aid, but Katie decided she no longer wanted that.

She wanted to be 100% independent, earn her own money, and feel like a grown-up. So she rejected the entire program and started working part-time at a smoothie shop. This may sound drastic and risky, and in fact it is, but Katie wanted to completely break away from her adoptive and biological parents. She wanted to feel more responsible, more independent. So she decided she had to work. Unfortunately, the smoothie shops paid. was too low, so she decided to work nights at a strip club called Tattletails. Danica initially decided to work with her, but at some point she quit, while Katie continued

working at that club. That's where Katie met Morris, a guy she fell madly in love with. She believed the relationship was serious, that he only had eyes for her. But people were saying strange things, they said Morris was seeing other girls, flirting with everyone, dating more than one girl at the same time. These rumors were confirmed on the night of May 4, 2003. That night, Katie and Danica went together to a campus party, a party with friends, music, drinks. And it must be said that at first they were having a great time. But at some point, Katie came face-to-face with Morris, and that encounter wasn't very pleasant. She saw Morris talking to several girls and eventually being very affectionate with one of them.

That's when the couple started arguing. The argument didn't end well, and Morris left the party with another girl who wasn't Katie. So the girl, very upset, decided to have fun at all costs. And by, at all costs, I mean she drank until she was nearly falling over. Danica, unable to control her, approached a car where a guy who hadn't been drinking was sitting, and asked him to take her home. This boy's name was Ryan Payne, and inside his car was another guy Danica didn't know. But since she trusted Ryan, she didn't give it much thought.

Katie got in, closed the door, and from this point on, Danica didn't see her again. When Danica left the party, she grabbed her phone and called Katie, but she didn't answer. She called once, then again, and again. Finally, at 2.25, Katie answered, but not in the way Danica. expected. Her voice sounded very muffled, and the girl seemed really intoxicated. She sounded unwell, dizzy, tired. And at one point, Katie interrupted herself to say the following words. Danica, I'm scared. Someone's entered the room. Danica asked her who that someone was, but Katie couldn't answer. So she passed the phone to the supposed guy who had taken her to the

residence. This guy told Danica he would take care of her, that she shouldn't worry about anything, that he was watching over her. And after two minutes, he passed the phone to Katie, and she hung up. The strange thing here is that the voice of this guy didn't sound familiar to Danica at all, and she was convinced it wasn't Ryan Payne's voice. And to make things worse, in the background, she heard a second voice that she also couldn't identify, the voice of another man. That was very strange.

So as soon as Katie hung up, Danica called a friend. who lived nearby, but this other friend didn't answer the calls. At 408 a.m., the fire alarm in the Poland Hall student residence went off, and everyone thought it was a prank, a very bad taste prank. Unfortunately, this time, the fire was real, and it originated in room 214, the room where Katie Yudder slept. According to the firefighters who entered the room, the scene couldn't have been more sinister. First, only half of the room, the half belonging to Katie, was on fire. Second, the girl's body appeared to be the origin of the fire.

Not only that, but she also had clear signs of violence. Her face was disfigured, her body covered in stab wounds, and around her neck was a t-shirt. Also, based on the way she was found, it looked like she had been. To be continued. Her body was full of stab wounds, and around her neck was a t-shirt. Also, based on the way she was found, it seemed that she had been. Third, on the floor of the room there was a can of hairspray, which was believed to have been used to set Katie's body on fire. Fourth, the entire room was turned upside down, which indicated that either the girls were messy or that someone had broken in and robbed the place.

And fifth, the sprinkler on the ceiling had been blocked, and someone had tied a towel around it. The towel didn't stop the water from coming out, but it prevented the water from falling directly on Katie's body. So investigators were very clear about it, this crime had been committed with a lot of preparation. With all of this, you'd think Katie was found dead, but the truth is, she was still breathing and was rushed to Bowling Green Hospital. Unfortunately, her condition was so severe that she had to be transferred to Nashville Hospital, where she died three days later, specifically on May 7. 2007, 2003. From this point on, the entire case was viewed differently. Before, it was considered a robbery with assault and attempted murder, where the criminal or criminals could face life in prison. But now, it was a murder, and the penalty they could face was death. So the police

got to work. When the investigation began, police realized that everyone pointed to two people, two people who were always with Katie, Morris and Danica. The first person to be questioned was, obviously, Danica, Katie's best friend and roommate. Danica and Katie did everything together, and there were two very important points that made her suspicious. First, only Katie's half of the room had burned. Second, Danica wasn't there the night of the crime. Where the hell was she? Why wasn't she with Katie?

But as I mentioned before, Danica had an alibi. and she also had three very important pieces of information for this investigation. First, we have the call on the night of May 4, the one in which she heard the voices of two men and during which Katie said she was scared. Second, she told police that on the night of the crime, Katie argued with Morris. And third, she mentioned that Katie returned to the dorm that night in Ryan Payne's car, a car that also had another guy inside, a guy she didn't know. With this information, police had three new suspects, two with full names, Ryan and Morris,

but the third was unidentified. So they decided to start with Morris. When Morris was questioned, his attitude was very strange, he seemed distressed, nervous, upset, angry, but even so, he had an alibi, he claimed to have spent the whole night with another girl. So police turned to Ryan Payne, and that's when the case got complicated. Ryan admitted without any problem that he took Katie Yudr to the student residence, but said that once there, he didn't go up to the room, that he didn't go up, that he didn't talk to Danica on the phone, and that he simply dropped Katie off at the door, started the car, and left. That's when police decided to ask just one question, who was the guy with you in the car, to which Ryan refused to respond.

First, he said no one else was with them, that it was just him and Katie Yudder. Then he said yes, there was a second guy, but he didn't know his name. And finally, he admitted that the guy was a friend of his, a guy named Stephen Soles. Stephen Soles was a 20-year-old guy from Scottsville, Kentucky, and apparently, he was a good guy, he didn't have problems with anyone, had no criminal record. Stephen wasn't a student at Western Kentucky, but from time to time, he attended parties, showed up at fraternities, drank, danced, and on the night of May 4th, things got out of hand. He drank so much that he got into Ryan's car and asked to be taken to his grandmother's house.

Ryan initially refused completely, but Stephen was in such bad shape that he ended up agreeing. Up to this point, everything seems in order, Ryan takes Katie to the student residence and then drive Stephen to his grandmother's house. But the thing is, Ryan never made that last stretch. Supposedly, he dropped Stephen off a few meters away from Katie Yutter's residence. And this, of course, raised a red flag in the eyes of the police. On the night of May 4, Danica talked on the phone with Katie Yudder, and also with another guy. She also heard the voice of a second man in the background.

So the police added one plus one and assumed the two guys were Ryan and Stephen. They asked Ryan Payne for a DNA sample to compare it with the one's found. at the crime scene, but unfortunately, it didn't match. So they turned to the second option, Stephen Soles. When Stephen Soles was questioned, he denied any relationship with Katie Yudder. He said he wasn't in a car, that he wasn't in her room, and that he didn't even know who she was. He changed his story again and again, but eventually, he admitted that he had had sex with Katie Yudder that night, something he had previously denied out of fear of going to jail. He knew Katie was dead, that someone had killed her, and was afraid the police would think it was him.

As I said earlier, Stephen had no criminal record, just a couple of traffic fines, but nothing more. And another point in his favor was that on May 6th, he was questioned at the station, and on May 7th, he returned on his own, without anyone telling him to, just to finish the interrogation. Someone guilty, according to police, wouldn't do that. So at first, they didn't treat him like a criminal. During the second interrogation, Stephen told police that on the night of May 4, he made sure Katie got to the resident safely. Ryan's car stopped right in front of Poland Hall, Katie got out, the car started again, drove a few meters, but Stephen made him stop and got out too. The guy followed Katie between the cars, and when he got to the door,

he saw that she opened it and went in. And before it closed, he did too. From here, things get a bit weird. Supposedly, when Katie saw Stephen enter, she invited him up to her room to have sex. Maybe Katie wanted something with Stephen, or maybe she just wanted revenge on Morris. But either way, they went up to the room separately, Katie by elevator, Stephen by stairs. Once in room 214, the two had sex, and at 2.30 a.m., Katie started feeling sick. She said she was dizzy, very tired, unwell. At one point, the phone rang, it was Danica on the other end. Katie felt so bad that she handed the phone to Stephen and asked him to speak for her.

Here's where we find the second strange detail. Stephen said that after the call, he got dressed and left, and in the hallway, he came face-to-face with a suspicious guy, a guy who could very well have been Katie Yudder's killer. To the police, this made no sense. Stephen had talked to Danica, but throughout the entire call, a second male voice had been heard in the background. It made no sense that Stephen said no one else was in the room, but someone was in the hallway. So the investigators applied pressure, and finally got Stephen to tell the truth, or at least part of it. Stephen said that after having sex with Katie, someone knocked on the door. He opened it, and on the other side was a guy named Luke Goodman. When Luke saw

Katie practically in her underwear, he started hitting her and smashed her against the wall. So Stephen, terrified, ran away. A few minutes later, Stephen changed his story again, this time saying he witnessed Luke Goodman hitting, stabbing, attempting to strangle, and setting Katie Yudder's body on fire. And after that, he said, Luke tied a towel around a sprinkler on the ceiling and threatened to kill Stephen's entire family if he told anyone what had happened. After hearing this, police asked Stephen who had stolen the missing items from the room. Stephen replied that it was Luke Goodman, that Luke grabbed four items and threw them into a field near Stephen's grandmother's house. One more thing, the last detail made the officers highly suspicious.

So they took Stephen's fingerprints and a DNA sample, and then began investigating this, Luke Goodman. Musical note, music. Based on Stephen Sol's testimony, police went looking for Luke Goodman. And it must be said, this guy did have a criminal record, previous charges for domestic violence. So for minute one, police didn't believe him. Luke told police that on the night of the crime, he wasn't with Katie. Yes, he went to a party, yes, he drank, yes, he had fun, but he neither saw Katie, nor had sex with her, nor killed her. Luke claimed that after the party, he went home and that his parents could confirm it. In fact, he had argued with his father.

But even so, police didn't want to hear it, they didn't check testimonies, didn't ask further questions. They simply didn't want to know. So they handcuffed him, took a DNA sample, and sent him to prison, accused of capital murder. After this, they also arrested Stephen Soles and sent him to prison. But according to several sources, he was treated much better. Luke Goodman repeatedly gave the same version of events, that he wasn't with Katie, didn't see her, and didn't kill her. But Stephen Souls changed his version once again, and he changed it when the DNA results came back. At the crime scene, there were only two DNA profiles,

Katie Yutters and Stephen Soles. His fingerprints were found on the hairspray can, and Katie's body had his DNA. So the officers demanded the truth, and Stephen confessed the first. following. He said that Luke raped Katie and then forced him, Stephen, to do the same. Luke used protection, but Stephen didn't. He said that Luke stabbed and strangled Katie, and that he, under threat, sprayed her and set her on fire. In addition to all this, Stephen confessed that he was a kleptomaniac and that before running away, he stole a couple of things, items that were later found near his grandmother's house. With this new confession, both Luke and Stephen were charged with sodomy and arson.

Therefore, the prosecution sought the death penalty for both of them, but getting it would not be easy. In March 2004, Stephen made a deal to reduce his sentence in exchange for testifying against Luke, and he clung to that. Unfortunately, in March of the following year, the judge declared the following, that Luke Goodman was innocent, and therefore acquitted of all charges. and that Stephen Soles was guilty of murder, and thus sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. Before going to prison, Stephen said the following to Katie's family, it wasn't my fault. And I'm sorry. I know my apology can't bring her back.

She will never have to go through something like this again, but now it's your turn. What do you think about this case? Do you think the sentences were fair? The end. but then, let's talk about justice. Does it even exist? Honestly, who knows? People say it does, but when you're staring into the face of tragedy, it feels like the concept of justice is just some made-up thing to make us feel better. I'll say this much, don't worry about me. Just listen to the story I'm about to tell you. It's wild, tragic, and will leave you questioning a lot of things,

especially justice. Let's start with the morning of August 16, 2017. It was just a regular Wednesday. At 7.30 a.m., Antonio Navarro Sarda, 35 years old, left his house to head to work. Like always, he grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys, locked the door behind him, and headed to the parking garage below his apartment complex. Nothing unusual. This was his routine. By the afternoon, around 3.30 p.m., the situation turned from strange to horrifying. A neighbor who also parked in the same garage stumbled upon a gruesome scene.

There, in the parking spot where Antonio's car was parked, lay Antonio's lifeless body. He'd been stabbed to death. The police were called immediately, and chaos quickly descended on the scene. When officers arrived, they started piecing together what little they could from the evidence at hand. The parking garage had no security cameras, and none of the entrances showed signs of forced entry. This led investigators to one chilling conclusion, whoever killed Antonio had access to the garage. They either had a key or knew someone who did.

But why? What kind of motive would drive someone to kill a man in cold blood in such a personal, violent way? Now let's talk about the crime scene. Antonio had been stabbed eight times in the chest, and several of the wounds were clustered in the same spots, suggesting rage or obsession. It wasn't a random attack. This was personal. Yet, weirdly, none of Antonio's belongings were missing.

His phone, wallet, and keys were all there. This wasn't a robbery gone wrong. It was something much darker. The forensic team had their theories. Based on the force and precision of the stabs, they believed the attacker was likely a man. But beyond that, the motive was a mystery. Was it revenge? A crime of passion?

Nobody seemed to know. And so began the disturbing case of Antonio Navarro Sarda. Antonio was originally from Novelda, a small town in Alicante. there knew him as a kind and generous guy. His friends and family described him as hardworking and deeply loyal. He'd studied engineering, secured a stable job at a well-known construction company, and was living a comfortable, quiet life. Antonio wasn't flashy or extravagant. He saved his money and focused on his career. But life has a funny way of shaking things up. Back in 2011, when Antonio was 30, his best friend, Victor, introduced him to someone,

Victor's younger sister, Maria Jesus Moreno Conto, or Mage, as she was known. She was 21 at the time and studying nursing in Barcelona. Born in 1990, Mage grew up in a devoutly Catholic family, the second youngest of five siblings. She was bright, ambitious, and determined to break free from her small town roots. Moving to Barcelona was a turning point for her. She loved the freedom, the new people, the travel. She didn't want to settle down in Novelda, she wanted more. When Antonio and Mage met, Sparks flew.

They were the picture-perfect couple, an engineer and a nurse, hardworking and respectable. But behind closed doors, not everyone was thrilled about their relationship. Antonio's friends didn't trust Mage. They thought she was manipulative, and they worried Antonio would end up hurt. But Antonio was smitten and ignored their warnings. Their relationship wasn't without its ups and downs. In 2014, they briefly broke up, citing financial issues. Antonio moved to Ricana for work, and in early 2015, Mage relocated to Valencia for a nursing

job. It was during this time that they reconnected and rekindled their romance. By mid-2016, things seemed to be going well. They bought a modest apartment together in Valencia, sharing the cost, Antonio paid 80%, Mage contributed 20%. They also purchased a parking spot in the building's garage. In September 2016, they tied the knot in a beautiful ceremony, at the Santerio de Santa Maria in Novelda. Everything seemed perfect. Or so it appeared. Fast forward to the day Antonio's body was discovered.

The police began their investigation by questioning everyone close to him. His colleagues helped narrow down the timeline. Antonio typically started work at 8.30 a.m., which meant he would have been in the garage between 7.30 and 7.45. That gave the killer a 15-minute window to strike. It wasn't much time, but it was enough. Naturally, the police turned to mage, the grieving widow. When they first approached her, she seemed devastated.

She cooperated fully, answering their questions through tears. But as the days went on, her behavior raised eyebrows. For starters, when talking about Antonio's murder, she seemed oddly detached. She speculated that Antonio might have confronted a thief in the garage, which led to his death. It was an oddly specific theory for someone who had just lost her husband. people in her position would be too overwhelmed to even think about the how or why of such a tragedy. But not Mage. The police took note. The next day, Mage returned to the station to give a

formal statement. This time, she painted Antonio in a very different light. She described him as controlling and possessive, saying he constantly checked her phone and wouldn't let her go out alone. It was a stark contrast to the kind, easygoing man his friends described. Her strange behavior didn't stop there. While at the station, she oscillated between sobbing uncontrollably and casually texting on her phone. One minute she was a heartbroken widow, the next, she was joking with friends. It was as if she could flip her emotions on and off like a switch. As the investigation continued, more unsettling details about Mage and Antonio's relationship began to surface. Mage revealed that before they got married, Antonio had discovered she'd been

unfaithful. She'd had an affair with a physiotherapist named Tomas, but Antonio forgave her, choosing to move forward rather than end their relationship. After they got married, however, mage's behavior didn't improve. She continued to lie and manipulate, often sneaking off to meet other men. One of these men was Jose Antonio, a man mage met in May 2017 during a night out with friends. They hid it off immediately and began an affair. Mage would lie to Antonio about working night shifts, only to spend the evening at Jose Antonio's place. Despite this, Mage kept up appearances, playing the role of a loving wife while secretly planning her escape from the marriage. The police grew suspicious of Mage's erratic behavior and decided to

dig deeper into her personal life. They tapped her phone and uncovered a series of shocking messages. While Mage publicly mourned Antonio's death, in private, she was anything but grief-stricken. In texts to her friends, she spoke about feeling free and finally being able to live the life she wanted. She even joked about Antonio, saying things like, thank God I didn't have a kid with him. Now I can do whatever I want. Her flippant attitude was disturbing, to say the least. But the most damning evidence came from her relationship with Jose Antonio. Though their messages didn't explicitly mention Antonio's murder, the timing of their affair and mage's growing discontent with her marriage painted a clear picture. The police began to

suspect that Jose Antonio might have been involved in the crime. After all, who else would have a motive to kill Antonio besides the man sleeping with his wife. As the investigation unfolded, Mage's web of lies began to unravel. Friends and family members came forward with stories about her manipulative behavior. Antonio's friends revealed that Mage had always been controlling, isolating Antonio from his loved ones and dictating every aspect of his life. They described Antonio as a kind, non-confrontational man who avoided conflict at all costs. The idea that he would confront a thief in the garage, as Mage suggested, didn't align with

his character. If anything, Antonio would have called the police and stayed out of harm's way. Despite Mage's best efforts to play the grieving widow, her true colors were becoming impossible to hide. The police knew they were onto something, but they needed more concrete evidence to build their case. They continued to monitor Mage's communications, hoping to catch her slipping up. Then came the bombshell. In a recorded conversation with a friend, Mage made a chilling admission. She spoke about her relationship with Antonio in cold, detached terms, saying she'd felt trapped and unhappy for years. She even hinted at feeling relieved by his death, as if it were the solution to all her problems. It was the smoking

gun investigators had been waiting for. With this new evidence in hand, the police arrested Mage and Jose Antonio. Under questioning, Jose Antonio eventually confessed to his role in the murder, revealing that Mage had manipulated him into doing her bidding. She had painted Antonio as a monster, convincing Jose Antonio that killing him was the only way they could be together. It was a tragic, twisted ending to a story filled with. Grief affects people in wildly different ways, and sometimes, it can really bring out someone's true colors. That much was crystal clear to the police in Mage's case. Her reaction to her husband Antonio's death.

Let's just say it didn't exactly scream heartbroken widow. It all started with a string of conversations Mage had with her close friend Rossio. While the rest of the world was offering condolences and expecting Mage to mourn, Racio saw something entirely different, frustration. Mage wasn't upset over losing Antonio, she was furious about the small inheritance she was left with. You see, Antonio had been doing well financially. He was earning a solid salary, had life insurance policies, and owned an apartment with a parking space, all of which Mage expected to inherit. But here's the kicker, Antonio's brother, who was handling all the legal and financial matters, had to break the news to her.

The amount she was going to receive? Not as much as she thought. Q the fireworks. Rossio later revealed to the police just how angry Mage was about this. What a broke loser. Mage had allegedly ranted. I've only been left with 5,000 euros. What am I supposed to do with that?

Whatever, I'll make it work, and I'll rub it in their faces when I come out on top. Classy, right? Now, let's fast forward a bit to September in October of that year. The police had started narrowing their focus on mage's lover, Jose. They combed through messages, phone records, anything that could tie him to Antonio's murder. But to their frustration, they found nothing. Jose didn't even seem to know Antonio existed, at least not until after the murder. This led the investigators to bring Jose in for questioning.

He confirmed that on the night of August 15th, the day before Antonio's murder, Mage had been at his house. The next day, August 16th, she visited her sister. It wasn't until August 18th that she dropped a bombshell on Jose, not only was she married, but her husband had just been killed two days earlier. According to Jose, Mage explained that her marriage wasn't real, it was loveless, and they'd grown apart. She even tried to weave Antonio's murder into a broader narrative of chaos, citing other crimes happening in Valencia and even the terrorist attacks in Barcelona and Camberl's, which occurred just a day after Antonio's death. It was like she wanted to bury his murder under a pile of unrelated events.

But the police weren't buying it. Something about Mage's behavior didn't add up. She had all the motive in the world, financial freedom, an escape from a marriage she clearly didn't want, and the chance to start a new life. But without concrete evidence tying her to the crime, she remained free. Then came November 8th. Mage made a critical mistake. She picked up the phone and called another man, Salva.

Who is Salva? Salva wasn't just any guy. He was another one of Mage's lovers. That's right, Jose wasn't the only one. By this point it was becoming clear that Mage had a web of relationships, each one as tangled as the last. The call to Salva raised immediate red flags for investigators. Why would Mage reach out to him now, just as the investigation seemed to be stalling?

The police decided to tail Salva. They tapped his phone and monitored his movements, hoping he might slip up and reveal something about Mage's involvement in Antonio's murder. And guess what? They hit the jackpot. In one intercepted call, Salva and Mage discussed the plan. Mage reassured him, saying, don't worry. They'll never find anything. Salva, however, wasn't so confident.

He was clearly stressed, his voice shaking as he asked, what if they do? What happens to us? This was the break the police needed. They brought Salva in for questioning, and under pressure, he cracked. Salva revealed that he and Mage had been planning Antonio's murder for months. But here's the twist, Salva wasn't the one who carried it out. That role fell to none other than Jose. The plot unfolds, Salva's confession painted a chilling picture of Mage's manipulative nature. According to him, Mage had convinced Jose to kill Antonio by playing the victim.

told Jose that Antonio was abusive, controlling, and that she feared for her life. Jose, blinded by his love for Mage, agreed to help her. On the morning of August 16, Mage orchestrated everything. She made sure Antonio would be alone in the parking garage of their apartment building. Jose was waiting for him, armed with a knife. When Antonio arrived, Jose attacked, stabbing him multiple times before fleeing the scene. What Mage didn't anticipate was how messy things would get afterward. Jose, racked with guilt, started distancing himself from her.

Salva, meanwhile, grew increasingly paranoid. And Mage? She carried on as if nothing had happened, juggling her multiple relationships and even showing up to Antonio's funeral with crocodile tears. The downfall, armed with Salva's confession, the police arrested Mage and Jose. During her interrogation, Mage played it cool at first, denying everything. But when confronted with Salva's testimony and the evidence against her, Her story started to unravel.

In court, Mage's behavior was as bizarre as ever. She alternated between crying and smirking, her demeanor shifting depending on who was watching. She insisted that she had nothing to do with Antonio's murder, claiming that Jose acted on his own. But the evidence told a different story. Prosecutors presented text messages, intercepted calls, and testimony from both Jose and Salva, all of which painted Mage as the mastermind behind the crime. The jury didn't buy her defense. She was found guilty and sentenced to 22 years in prison.

Jose received a slightly lesser sentence, but the weight of his guilt was evident in every courtroom appearance. Aftermath, even behind bars, Mage remains a controversial figure. Her case has sparked endless debates about manipulation, love, and the lengths people will go to for money and freedom. Some see her as a cold-blooded killer, while others argue she's a master manipulator who preyed on vulnerable men. Either way, one thing is clear, Mage's story is a haunting. reminding reminder of how far someone will go to get what they want. Some sources say that this man told Karen that during the whole ride, Mara spoke on the phone with a Spaniard. They were talking about meeting up, that he would pick her up at home, and when the car stopped, Mara got out

and walked toward a black van. This part of the story didn't sit right with her at all, because Mara wasn't like that. If she said she was on her way home, she was on her way home, she wasn't going to get distracted. None of this made any sense, so the girl began to investigate. We begin. This case starts on the night of Thursday, September 7, 2017, in Puebla, Mexico, when a group of friends decided to go out partying. According to some sources, there were student discounts going on at the time, supposedly because of semester change parties. The young people went out to dance, drink, have a good time, and this group was no exception. They went to a bar called Abolengo in San Andres Cholula, Puebla, and once there, they had a great time.

They danced, drank, met new people, and had fun. But at a certain point, they got bored, so they left and headed to container city. Once at the entrance, security told them it was already full. Because of this, the group decided to go somewhere else, specifically to the Bronx, where the hours were more flexible. They kept dancing, drinking, and having fun, and between 4 and 4.30 a.m., they decided to head home. This is where the first big problem arises, every single one of them had been drinking. But one of them drank less than the others, and he was going to be the one driving them all home. They got in a car and started the route home, but at a certain point, they came across a sobriety

checkpoint, and that's where the party ended. The police did not allow any of the young people to drive the car, so each one pulled out their phone and started calling friends, family, siblings, asking them to come pick them up. Among them was a girl named Mara Castilla. What she did was send a message to her sister Karen, telling her not to worry. She explained what had happened, where she was, and said that in a few minutes, a cabify would come pick her up. She opened the app, requested a car, and at 5.03 a.m., it picked her up. At 5.21 a.m., Karen sent her sister a message, asking where she was. One minute passed. Then two. Then three. But Mara didn't respond.

So Karen went to bed. The hours passed, and at 8 a.m., Karen's alarm went off. She got up, stretched, and looked for her sister, but couldn't find her anywhere. So she took the laptop and logged into her sister's email. This part of the story is very interesting because Cabify sends invoices to your email. It includes where you were picked up, what time, where you were dropped off, and also the name and phone number of the driver who took you. With that information, Karen grabbed the phone and called the driver, a man named Ricardo Alexis Lopez. When the man answered, he said that, just as the email stated, he picked up Mara and dropped her off at her house. But throughout the whole ride, some strange things happened.

Some sources say this man told Karen that during the entire ride, Mara talked on the phone with a Spaniard. They were planning to meet up, he would pick her up at home, and when the car stopped, Mara got out and walked toward a black van. That story sounded completely wrong. Mara wasn't like that. If she said she was on her way home, then she was on her way home. She wouldn't get distracted. If she was already home, why would she leave? With who?

Where? None of it made sense. So Karen began to investigate. Mara Fernanda Castilla Miranda was born in Zalapa, Baracruz, the youngest of three daughters of Gabriela Miranda Lopez and Jose Alejandro Castigia. They say she was a very cheerful girl with lots of dreams and goals. She was also very responsible and disciplined. She always got excellent grades, and that earned her a scholarship.

But life wasn't just about school, so she would go out partying from time to time. Many pages have claimed that Mara Castilla was a party girl who went out every day, drank a lot, and had many boyfriends. But all of that is completely false. She was a girl who studied a lot and occasionally went out with friends, a normal, everyday girl. When she was old enough, Mara made a very drastic decision. According to the portal Aresinotisius.com, Veracruz was a very unsafe place. So, for that reason, she packed her bags and moved to Puebla with her sister Karen. The girls moved to a residential area called Torres de Meirasco, and Mara enrolled at the Universidad

popular Autonomo de Estado de Puebla, where she began studying political science. They say she wanted to become someone important, to bring change to her homeland, to help people, and to do that, she studied a lot. So much that at 19, she became a member of her faculty's board. She was an excellent student, with a brilliant mind. But after three semesters, her group of friends invited her to go out. The chosen day was Thursday, September 7th, 2,000. 2017. After going to several places, the events I just told you about happened. Mara took

a cabify at 5.03 a.m., but sadly, she never reached her destination. At exactly 8 a.m., her sister Karen called everyone, her friends, her parents, the cabify driver, but absolutely no one knew anything about her. She called the driver at 8.30 a.m., and he told her a very strange story, that her sister had called a guy, that they agreed to meet, and when he dropped her off at Torres de Meirasco, the girl got out and walked toward a black van. That was too weird, too incomprehensible. So the girl decided to investigate. Some sources say she talked to the neighbors. Others say she spoke with the security guard. A few say she went directly to the property management office. But either way, Karen Castilla got her hands on the surveillance footage. of that area, and thanks to that, she discovered the following. Between 5.30 and 6 a.m., the cabify that was supposedly carrying Mara appeared on camera. The car stopped on the side of the road and stayed there for about 50 minutes. At one point, a flash of light can be seen, and with it, you can make out that there's a driver and a passenger inside the vehicle. For 50 minutes,

the car doesn't move. There's a light on. You can see the man moving, turning around, talking to the passenger. But at no point does the passenger get out. No one exits the car during those 50 minutes. Then, the engine starts, and the car drives off. If Mara was inside, she didn't get out, and much less did she walk toward a black van. It was all so strange and sinister that Karen decided to go to the police. But what happens here?

Until 24 hours have passed, the police don't do it. anything. That's why the girl decided to move heaven and earth for minute one. She called her family, her friends, everyone she knew, and started sharing all the information on social media. Dozens of people searched for the girl starting Friday, September 8th, and they put so much pressure that on Saturday, September 9th, the police finally got to work. But that day, something else very strange happened, Mara's mother received an anonymous call. A call in which they said her daughter was okay. But before she could ask for more information, the call was cut off. We don't know where the police started investigating, we know what they did, but not the order

they followed. So in the next section, we'll organize everything to understand it better. We know that on Sunday, September 10th, Ricardo Alexis Lopez voluntarily went to the public prosecutor's office to give his statement, and we know that he told exactly the same story he had told Karen Castilla that he picked up Mara, that she talked on the phone, that he dropped her off at her destination, and that the girl walked toward a black van. They say that during his statement, he contradicted himself, and he immediately became a suspect. Aside from his words, there was another detail that drew a lot of attention, the route he was supposed to take with Mara could have been done in 30 minutes, but it took over 40 minutes. Mara was picked up at

5.03 a.m., and according to the Cabify GPS, she arrived at her destination at 548 a.m. Another very interesting detail is that, according to the driver, at 548 Mara got out of the car, right at the Fratchamimento Torres de Meirasgo. But according to the surveillance footage, that never happened. Because of that, two lines of investigation were created. The first, contact the Cabify company and request the full GPS record of Ricardo Alexis. The second, tracked the GPS signal from Mara Castilla's phone. And that's when they discovered something else very interesting. Ricardo Alexis's GPS data matched exactly what the security cameras had recorded. His car arrived at Torres de Maresco at 5.48 a.m., then started

the engine again and headed to a motel located just 850 meters away. The motel in question was called Motel del Sur, and the surveillance camera caught this man entering at 6.47 a.m. According to the front desk, this man rented room number 25 and stayed there for approximately an hour and a half. He left the place at 8.15 a.m. and the camera caught him again, this time making a peculiar gesture, one that seemed like he was waving at the camera. After that, the driver took the ring road toward the Mexico, Puebla Highway, and from their return to the city, doing other things. Given this, the most logical step for the police was to go question the motel staff, especially the front desk and the cleaning department. And it was the cleaning staff who gave

very valuable information, when Ricardo Alexis left room 25, he took with him a towel and a bedsheet. Then, the police continued with the second line of investigation, tracking the GPS signal from Mara Castilla's phone. And there they discovered that it followed the same route as Ricardo Alexis, it reached its destination, went to the motel, and from that point on, some sources say it ended up at the suspect's house. When police arrived at his home, they discovered that this man had Mara's belongings. For that reason, three days after her disappearance, police arrested him as the main suspect in the kidnapping of Mara Castilla. Once the man was in custody, police used Blue Star in room 25 of Motel del Sur, and the results were positive for traces of blood.

In parallel, agents retraced the route followed by Ricardo Alexis's car on the day of Mara's disappearance, and on Friday, September 15th, they found her lifeless body in the auxiliary town of Santa Maria Zana Catepec, on the border of Puebla and Flascala. The girl's body was wrapped in a bed sheet belonging to Motel del Sur, and the autopsy revealed the following, there were clear signs of violence and also of sexual assault, and the cause of death was strangulation. Everything seemed to indicate the following sequence of events. Mara was picked up at 5.03 a.m. and taken to her destination, where she arrived at 5.48. Unfortunately, she never got out of the vehicle. After 50 minutes of being parked, her attacker

took her to the motel, where he assaulted her and strangled her. Afterward, he wrapped her body in a bed sheet, loaded it into the car, abandoned her by the roadside, and went home, a home he kept her clothes and her phone. The press didn't publish many details about this man to protect his identity, which is why they referred to him as Ricardo Alexis N-N. However, with time, more and more information was leaked. Ricardo Alexis Lopez-Diaz, according to the portal evapidia.org, was born on February 29, 1996, in Mexico. We don't know if he had siblings or if he had higher education, but apparently we do know what he was doing just before the murder of Mara Castilla.

When he applied to work at Cabify, the company asked for his criminal record, and that supposedly came back clean. Because of that, he took the usual tests, and apparently, he passed all of them. So, he was hired immediately. But here's the problem, Ricardo Alexis did have a criminal record, he was accused of fuel theft, but when he presented his papers, the sentence wasn't final yet, so it didn't appear in the documents. We ask for more documents than most companies to hire drivers, and they're not even our employees. The documents are validated, and we request information such as

official ID, proof of clean criminal record, in this case, data from the Puebla State Attorney's Office, and proof of address. Statement from Alejandro Sysniga, General Manager of the Company in Mexico. So, in that sense, Cabify didn't commit any violations. They asked for the papers and received them. But unfortunately, they didn't check his work history. Ricardo Alexis had worked at Uber, and was fired for inappropriate behavior, something that, according to many, Cabify should have investigated.

Due to this failure, the state of Puebla decided to suspend Cabify's operations, and the company was forced to make a series of changes to guarantee user safety, changes like adding a panic button to their vehicles. Three years ago, I lived the worst night of my life. Three years ago, the nightmare began. It hasn't ended, and I think it never will. Three years and there's still no sentence. Only a supposed culprit in custody and a lot of pain. I don't believe this pain will ever end, but justice will come. And I don't say that as a dream, I say it as a demand to the institutions. Justice, you just read the words of Karen Castilla, Mara's sister. For many years, the trial process was delayed. The maximum sentence was being requested for the

accused, but the defense kept filing appeals. Different hypotheses were presented. More evidence was sought. For many years, it was complete chaos. So if you want more information, I'll leave links below. However, during the whole process, there were some very interesting points. To begin with, the defense argued that the prosecutor's office never considered other suspects. And they also brought up a hypothesis that, to many, seemed completely crazy, that Mara was not murdered by Ricardo Alexis, but rather by organized crime. In 2015, Mara was dating a guy named Christopher Alfredo Reyes Mattis, who was one of three people involved in the death of Sabas. Castion Prostano Rivera.

Christopher and some other guys cornered the young man and ended his life. Time passed, and Mara went to her boyfriend's house. She entered, greeted everyone, and there discovered his lifeless body. Someone had murdered him, and she testified as a witness. Because she was a minor at the time, there was no trial, and her identity was protected. But not the information. The sources state the following, in her statement to the the authorities, Mara Castilla allegedly said that two vehicles were stolen from her boyfriend's

home, and she also detailed his illegal activities, such as more kidnappings and drug trafficking. Two years later, in Puebla, the accomplices pointed out by Mara took revenge, causing her death. That theory opens up a new line of investigation that would exonerate Ricardo Alexis, the cabify driver charged with the kidnapping and murder of the young student. For years, the case against Ricardo Alexis dragged on. But finally, in April of this same year, the trial took place. On April 6, a hearing was held, and on the 12th, the final sentence was handed down. A judge sentenced him to 50 years in prison and ordered him to pay two penalties. Unfortunately, it must be said that the case is still not fully closed, since the defense attorney has assured

that he will appeal, and that he might even seek a constitutional protection, Amparo. So now it's your turn, what do you think about the case? And what do you think will be the final outcome? The end. It all started with a chilling 911 call. A psychiatrist phoned the police to report that the son of some friends was in a very unstable mental state. She warned that he was a danger not only to himself but to those around him and begged the authorities to send officers to his house. Her plea was simple, get him evaluated and admitted to a psychiatric center where he could get the help he desperately needed.

Luckily, there's a police code for situations like this, designed to ensure immediate response. However, when officers arrived at the scene, they brushed it off as a joke. They didn't take it seriously, laughed about it, and then just left. Little did they know that their casual dismissal would set the stage for a tragic chain of events leading to the loss of multiple lives. Trevor J. Heitman was born on February 18, 2000, in Sunny San Diego, California. He was the eldest of Britta and Kurt Heitman's two children. According to various accounts, Trevor and his younger sister shared a special bond, they were best friends who told each other everything.

Their relationship was almost picture-perfect, as close as siblings could get. Personality-wise, Trevor was a shy, introverted kid with impeccable manners. He wasn't the type to seek out trouble and had a tight-knit group of friends he'd known since forever. These were his ride-or-die buddies, same classes, same hobbies, same everything. They grew up together in Carmel Valley, a peaceful suburban area filled with charming little houses, where life seemed as idyllic as it gets. Trevor's biggest passion. Basketball He couldn't get enough of it.

He played all the time, and when he started attending La Jolla Country Day School, he naturally joined the school team. His parents even installed a basketball hoop in their front yard, right in front of the garage. It became the go-to-hang-out spot for his friends, who always came over to shoot hoops. While Trevor wasn't exactly a social butterfly, he seemed content with his small circle of friends. But things started to shift when he hit 14 or 15 years old. That's when he discovered a new world, video games. He retreated to his room and immersed himself in the digital universe of the internet. His friends introduced him to a popular game called Counterstrike, Global Offensive, or simply CS, Go, and Trevor quickly became hooked. For those unfamiliar, CS, Go is a first-person shooter game

with some intriguing features that drew players in like moths to a flame. One notable aspect of the game was its in-game items, called skins. These were essentially cosmetic designs for weapons, like different patterns or colors for a knife. While the skins didn't impact gameplay, they were highly sought after due to their rarity and uniqueness. Here's where it gets interesting, these skins became part of an unofficial in-game economy. Players would trade, buy, and sell them, sometimes for actual money. Some skins were so rare they became status symbols, with prices reaching absurd heights.

Trevor was fascinated by this world. He started digging deep, trying to learn everything there was to know about skins. But when he looked for information online, he found a void. No one was talking about this niche topic. That's when Trevor had an idea, he'd create a video. On April 22nd, 2015, under the alias McSkillet, he uploaded his first YouTube video titled C.S. Go, top 10 most expensive and rare skins of 2015. With his extensive knowledge of the game, Trevor hit the nail on the head.

The video blew up, quickly surpassing a million views. The unexpected success left Trevor stunned, but it also sparked something in him. He decided to upload more videos, this time sharing gameplay footage and tips. His channel grew like wildfire. Within months, he had half a million subscribers, and his audience just kept expanding. Long, Brand started knocking on his door. He scored sponsorships and collaborations, especially from companies tied to C.S. Go. By the time he was 15 or 16, Trevor was making serious money, much to his parents' disbelief. At first, his family thought video games were a waste

of time, but now their son was turning his hobby into a lucrative career. They couldn't help but feel proud of him. The night of June 12, 1994, a hypothetical story, picture this scene in your mind, it's late on the night of June 12, 1994. Just after midnight, a man is walking his dog through the quiet neighborhood of Brentwood in Los Angeles. The route is familiar, one he's taken many times before. He walks past a few houses, enjoying the cool air and the sounds of the night. But as he's about to turn back toward home, he hears the sound of a dog barking frantically in the distance. The dog's barking is persistent, almost desperate. It's not the usual playful yapping you might expect from a dog out for a late night walk. This is different.

Something's wrong. Intrigued and concerned, the man decides to check it out. As he approaches the source of the barking, he sees the dog in the yard of a house. The animal is pacing back and forth, not behaving in a normal way. It's almost as though it's trying to communicate something, leading the man to follow it. The dog moves toward the door of the house, circles around, then stops at a spot near the front of the yard, clearly agitated. Curious, the man moves closer, following the dog's lead. What he discovers is something out of a nightmare. The dog was guiding him toward something far darker, a scene no one should ever have to

witness. There, lying motionless in the yard, is the lifeless body of a woman. Now, let's backtrack a bit and set the stage for the events that led up to this chilling discovery. The woman in question, Nicole Brown, was the ex-wife of a man who had once been superstar athlete, O.J. Simpson. O.J. Simpson, born on July 9, 1947, in San Francisco, California, had a remarkable career in football. He was one of the best running backs to ever play the game, earning accolades and recognition during his time with the University of Southern California and later with the NFL, where he played for the Buffalo Bills and the San Francisco

49ers. By the late 1970s, O.J. was not only a football icon, but also a media personality, often appearing in commercials, movies, and TV shows. Simpson's success on the field made him a household name. However, his personal life was far from perfect. O.J. had a reputation for enjoying the high life, which included partying in a string of relationships with women. His first marriage, to Margaret Whitley, ended in divorce after over a decade. Their split came after several reported infidelities on OJ's part.

In 1977, while out with friends at a nightclub called the Daisy, O.J. met a young waitress named Nicole Brown. Nicole, born on May 19, 1959, in Frankfurt, Germany, had moved to California with her family as a child. She was a friendly, outgoing person with a good group of friends and was described as having a bright, positive personality. At first, Nicole wasn't particularly interested in O.J. Simpson. He, however, was smitten and pursued her relentlessly. He told her how beautiful she was and kept asking for her phone number. Eventually, she gave in. For about two years, they were just lovers, but their affair was discovered by O.J.'s

first wife, who then filed for divorce in 1979. In 1985, after O.J. and Nicole had been seeing each other for a while, they got married. They had two children together, Sydney and Justin. On the outside, their marriage seemed like a fairy tale, two people deeply in love with each other. But behind closed doors, things weren't so perfect. Nicole's friends noticed that she had become increasingly withdrawn, and she began keeping a journal where she wrote about the disturbing behavior of her husband. In one entry, she described the first time O.J. physically abused her.

It happened after an anniversary party. According to Nicole's account, O.J. Became angry and threw her to the ground, kicking her repeatedly. He continued to beat her for hours. This was just one instance of the abuse that Nicole allegedly endured during their marriage. There were other incidents too, such as O.J. attacking her car with a baseball bat when she was late coming home. These incidents were often followed by O.J. sending flowers, writing apology letters, and asking for forgiveness. Nicole's friends had no idea about the violence that she

was suffering in silence. Despite the abuse, Nicole stayed with O.J. for years, possibly out of love or fear. But in 1992, after years of suffering, Nicole filed for divorce, citing, irreconcilable differences. At this point, their relationship entered a new, murky phase. Some say that the two of them continued seeing each other occasionally, though not officially as a couple. Other sources claimed that O.J. remained obsessed with her, unable to let go. The tension between them escalated in late 1993. Nicole called 911 twice on October 25 that year, reporting that O.J. had shown up at her house in a fit of rage after reading about their split in the news. He smashed the back door and threatened her, prompting Nicole to call for help. When the police arrived, O.J. had fled the

scene, but Nicole remained terrified, fearing for her life. By 1994, Nicole had started to rebuild her life. She began spending more time with friends, going to the gym, and focusing on her personal well-being. It was during this time that she met a man named Ronald Goldman. Nicole and Ron quickly became good friends. They met for coffee, worked out together, and spent a lot of time hanging out. Some people close to them speculated that they were more than just friends, though there's no concrete evidence to support this claim. Regardless of their relationship status, Nicole trusted Ron, and in fact, she once lent him her Ferrari for an entire month. Then came the fateful evening of June 12, 1994. Nicole's day started off like any

other. She went about her usual routine, picking up flowers and attending her daughter Sydney's dance recital. Her parents, sisters, and O.J. all attended the event. There are videos showing O.J. laughing and playing with the kids, but sources claim that behind the scenes, O.J. was distant and cold. Nicole's family tried to avoid him, sitting at the opposite end of the venue. After the recital, Nicole and her children went to a restaurant to have dinner, while O.J. went to McDonald's with a friend. Later that evening, Nicole received a phone call from her mother, who reminded her that she had left her glasses at the restaurant. Nicole called the restaurant, and coincidentally, Ron was working that night.

He agreed to bring her glasses to her house. It's unclear whether Ron took a shower before heading over or went straight there, but he arrived at Nicole's house sometime after 9.30 p.m. By then, the kids were already asleep. Hours passed, and around 10.30 p.m., Nicole's dog began to bark and growl aggressively. It wasn't normal behavior for the animal, who was clearly agitated. Neighbors began to take notice of the commotion, and one of them decided to investigate. The man approached the dog, who led him to the back gate of the property.

As he got closer, the dog's frantic behavior made it clear that something was terribly wrong. Following the dog's lead, the man entered the yard and discovered Nicole's body, lifeless and covered in blood. As he turned to leave and call the authorities, he realized that Ronald Goldman was also dead. The police arrived at the scene and found that both victims had been brutally stabbed. Nicole had multiple stab wounds on her face and chest, suggesting a personal, passionate attack. There were also defensive wounds on her hands, indicating she had tried to fight back.

Ron, on the other hand, had fewer injuries, but they were spread out across his body. The crime scene revealed several disturbing clues. There was blood everywhere, smears across the floor, drag marks, and large bloody footprints from a pair of shoes that didn't belong to either of the victims. The most telling clue was a single bloody glove left behind, which led the police to suspect the involvement of someone close to Nicole. Given that Nicole was O.J. Simpson's ex-wife, the authorities quickly turned their attention to him.

At 5 a.m. the next morning, the police arrived at O.J.'s home, hoping to speak with him. They knocked on the door but received no response. They noticed a white Ford Bronco parked in his driveway, with visible blood stains on the door. Worried that someone might be in danger, the police jumped the fence and began searching the property without a warrant. In O.J's backyard, they found drops of blood leading toward the house. When they searched further, they found another bloody glove that seemed to match the one found at the crime scene.

At this point, the police were certain that O.J. Simpson was somehow involved. But O.J. wasn't home. His son, Arnell, was the first to answer the door. She seemed confused about what was going on, but when the officers asked him. about her. The O.J. Simpson saga, a story of fame, murder, and a notorious trial. O.J. Simpson, once a household name as a football star and actor, found himself at the center of one of America's most famous murder trials in the 90s. The story that unraveled was a complicated blend of love, jealousy, race, fame, and a justice system stretched to its

limits. This retelling will take you through each twist and turn in the trial of the century. The story began in 1994 when the bodies of Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ron Goldman were discovered outside her home in Brentwood, California. Almost immediately, suspicion fell on O.J., who had been divorced from Nicole for two years after a turbulent marriage marked by allegations of abuse. But it wasn't just the crime itself that gripped the nation, it was the chase, the trial, and the bizarre twists that followed. Hashtag, hashtag, hashtag OJ learns of Nicole's death.

On June 13, 1994, OJ was staying in a hotel in Chicago when he got the call informing him of Nicole's murder. According to the police report, his reaction struck officers as unusual, he asked, who killed her, instead of typical questions about what happened. Soon after, he boarded a flight back to Los Angeles and went directly to the police station. At this point, the police noted something else odd, a fresh, deep cut on OJ's hand, which he claimed was an accident from the previous night. The story was vague and unsupported by any witnesses, which didn't exactly help his case.

But after a brief and notably lenient interrogation, O.J. was released. Hashtag, hashtag, hashtag blood evidence at the scene. Things quickly started looking worse for OJ. The evidence piled up fast. DNA samples from the crime scene linked him to the murders. His blood was found on a pair of gloves, one of which was discovered at Nicole's home, and the other at OJ's estate. Inside a black knit cap at the scene, investigators found hairs matching those of an African-American

male. Blood trails from the crime scene matched OJ's, making his guilt appear almost undeniable. Despite all of this, he wasn't immediately arrested. Hashtag hashtag hashtag hashtag the famous Bronco Chase. On June 17, OJ's lawyer, Robert Shapiro, arranged for Simpson to turn himself in, but he failed to show up, leaving police officers waiting. Hours later, they visited his home only to find that he'd vanished. The LAPD had no choice but to issue a press release announcing that OJ was now a wanted man. The entire nation was in shock.

At 5 p.m., Robert Kardashian, yes, of the Kardashian family fame, one of O.J.'s closest friends, read a letter from Simpson. In it, O.J. declared his love for Nicole and denied the accusations, calling the media's reports exaggerated and misleading. But this letter left many wondering if he was saying goodbye. Around 6.25 p.m., the iconic white Ford Bronco chase began. Police received a tip that O.J. was in a white bronco, driven by his his friend Al Cowlings. With O.J. In the back seat holding a gun to his own head, Cowlings led a

convoy of police cars and helicopters on a low-speed chase across the L.A. freeway, with crowds of supporters lining the road, waving signs and chanting his name. TV stations interrupted live programming, including the NBA finals, to broadcast the chase, creating an unforgettable moment in live television history. Eventually, the Bronco returned to Simpson's home, where he surrendered to police after drinking a glass of orange juice and speaking to his mother on the phone. Inside the Bronco, officers found $8,000 in cash, a fake mustache, OJ's passport, a loaded gun, and changes of clothing, all hinting that he had plans to flee. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the dream team. Once arrested, OJ assembled a powerhouse legal

team, later nicknamed the Dream Team. This elite squad included Robert Shapiro, Johnny Cochran, F. Lee Bailey, Alan Dershowitz, and Barry Shia. check, among others. With these skilled lawyers on his side, OJ's, defense strategy became clear, discredit the evidence and point fingers at the LAPD for racial bias and mishandling the investigation. They went so far as to claim that the police had planted evidence against Simpson due to racial animus. Hashtag hashtag hashtag the gloves don't fit. One of the most unforgettable moments of the trial occurred when the prosecution asked OJ to try on the gloves found at the crime scene. In a twist that shocked everyone, the gloves appeared to be too small

for his hands. With Cochran's iconic line, if it doesn't fit, you must acquit, the defense planted doubt in the jurors' minds, effectively dismantling a key piece of the prosecution's case. Hashtag, hashtag, hashtag a jury divided. The trial exposed deep racial divides in America. The defense played heavily on the LAPD's history of racism and police brutality. The lead detective, Mark Furman, had made multiple racist remarks in the past, and the defense used tapes of these remarks to paint him as a racist who might have tampered with evidence. With the defense's focus on these issues, many jurors reportedly felt more sympathy for Simpson, feeling that he, too, was a victim of police prejudice.

Hashtag, hashtag, hashtag the verdict and its aftermath. After months of testimony, the jury found O.J. not guilty of murder on October 3, 1995. The verdict was met with mixed reactions across the country, some felt justice had been served, while others believed a murderer had walked free. O.J's life, however, would never return to normal. A civil trial later found him liable for the deaths of Nicole and Ron, ordering him to pay $33.5 million to their families. To avoid paying, Simpson moved to Florida, where state laws protected his assets from being

seized for the debt. When Richard got arrested, his family couldn't believe it. To them, he was the good kid, the one who never got into trouble. Naturally, when he told them the whole thing was a misunderstanding, they believed him. He explained that the woman in question had invited him over, hinted at wanting to get physical, but panicked and, played dumb, when her husband walked in. As wild as the story sounded, his family didn't question it. They took his side without hesitation, especially when the charges were later dropped.

But let's backtrack a bit. How does a person like Richard come to live such a complicated? life. The early years, Richard Munoz Ramirez, known simply as Richard, was born on February 29, 1960, in El Paso, Texas. He was the youngest of five kids in a family that, on the surface, seemed ordinary enough. His parents, Mercedes and Julian Munoz, put on a front as hardworking, devout Catholics. Julian, an ex-policeman who later worked on railroad construction, tried to provide for the family, but life inside their home was anything but peaceful. Behind closed doors, Julian was a violent man.

He had a drinking problem and a bad temper. His rage often turned inward, when he wasn't beating his wife or kids, he'd hurt himself. His self-inflicted punishments didn't make him any less terrifying to his family. Living under his roof meant constantly walking on eggshells. As for little Richard, he wasn't off to the greatest start in life either. Being the youngest, he was often left in the care of others, including a negligent babysitter. One incident in 1963 proved just how unsafe his early environment was. Three-year-old Richard wanted the radio turned on, but the babysitter, glued to the TV, ignored him.

Determined, Richard decided to climb a dresser to reach it himself. Big mistake. The entire piece of furniture toppled over, crashing down with him underneath. He hit his head hard enough to knock himself unconscious. According to the babysitter, he was out for about 15 minutes. At the hospital, he needed 30 stitches to close the wound on his head. The babysitter was promptly fired, but the damage had been done. A year later, Richard's older brother, Ruben, got caught breaking into a house.

Julian, furious over the arrest, gave Ruben a beating in front of the entire family. It wasn't just a scolding, it was a brutal show of dominance, a warning for anyone else considering stepping out of line. While Ruben went down a rebellious path of fighting, stealing, and experimenting with drugs, Richard was different. As a young boy, he was obedient, polite, and an excellent student. His teachers praised him, and his siblings often pointed out that he was the perfect child compared to the rest. But perfection didn't shield Richard from harm.

At the age of five, while playing in the park, Richard was hit in the head by a swing. The injury didn't seem serious at first. The doctors reassured his family that there were no internal injuries. But over time, signs of trouble began to emerge. Around that same period, Richard experienced his first epileptic seizure during a school test. His condition worsened as he grew older, with the seizures becoming more frequent. Doctors eventually diagnosed him with temporal lobe epilepsy. A dark influence.

Amid all this chaos, someone new entered Richard's life, a person who would have a profound and sinister influence on him, his cousin Miguel, or Mike. Mike was a Vietnam War veteran with a disturbingly dark past. He had served with the Green Berets and returned home with numerous medals for bravery. But beneath the surface of his heroic persona was a man deeply scarred by war. In Vietnam, Mike committed horrific atrocities, targeting women and children. He would kidnap, torture, and kill his victims, even decapitating them and keeping their heads as trophies. To Mike, these gruesome acts were entertainment, and he documented them through photos.

When he returned to the U.S., he brought these souvenirs back with him. Unable to reintegrate into normal life, Mike found solace in sharing his war stories with Richard. At just ten years old, Richard became a captive audience to Mike's twisted tales. Together, they drank, smoked marijuana, and spent nights in cemeteries, places Richard felt oddly comfortable. Mike exposed him to dark concepts like bondage and violence, and Richard soaked it all in, finding it fascinating rather than horrifying. Then, on May 4, 1973, Richard witnessed something that would haunt him forever.

During a heated argument with his wife, Mike pulled out a gun and shot her in the head. The act was so casual, so cold, that it left an indelible mark on Richard. This moment was a turning point, one that pushed him further into darkness. A new chapter. Later that year, Richard moved in with his sister Ruth and her husband, Roberto. While Ruth tried to be a positive influence, Roberto was the opposite. He introduced Richard to voyeurism, teaching him how to spy on women through their windows. The two would sneak out at night, peeping into homes and learning how to avoid detection.

Around this time, Richard started experimenting with LSD and developed an obsession with Satanism. He read Anton Levy's Satanic Bible and became fascinated by the idea of worshipping Satan as his personal protector. This shift in beliefs distanced him even further from his family's Catholic roots. began working at a hotel, where he committed his first known sexual offenses. Using a master key, he would sneak into rooms to watch women undress or assault them when he had the chance. Eventually, his actions caught up with him when a couple walked in on him attacking the wife. Though arrested, Richard managed to convince his family, and later the courts, that it was a

misunderstanding. The charges were dropped, but his predatory behavior didn't stop. escalation. At 22, Richard moved to California to live with Rubin. The two initially worked together, breaking into homes and stealing valuables. But their partnership didn't last long. Richard began operating on his own, delving deeper into criminal activity. He started by robbing homes and stealing cars, using the money to fund his drug addiction. But eventually, he escalated to kidnapping and assaulting children. These cases stumped the police, as the victim's descriptions of their attacker varied, making it hard to track him down. Then, in April 1984, Richard committed his first known murder. His victim was a nine-year-old girl named May Leon. He lured her

into a basement in San Francisco, where he'd brutally assaulted and killed her. Her body was found hanging from a pipe, staged in a way that suggested a deeper, more disturbing motive. For years, no one connected Richard to May's murder. It wasn't until 2009, through DNA evidence, that he was definitively linked to the crime. The birth of the Knight Stalker, in June 1984, Richard broke into the home of 79-year-old Jenny Vincal in Los Angeles. Armed with a knife, he stabbed her repeatedly before slitting her throat. This was the start of a terrifying spree that would earn him the nickname, the Night Stalker. Richard bought a .22 caliber revolver, which became his weapon of choice. Over the next year, he targeted dozens of victims, breaking into homes,

killing, and often sexually assaulting his victims. His crimes were random and brutal, leaving police and the public terrified. His dark devotion to Satan played a significant role in his crimes. He would leave satanic symbols at crime scenes and even forced one victim to swear allegiance to Satan during an attack. By the time Richard was caught in 1985, he had left an indelible mark on the city of Los Angeles and the surrounding areas. His trial became one of the most infamous in American history, with Richard showing no remorse

for his actions. Richard Ramirez, a name that still sends chills down spines, wasn't always that night stalker. Early on, he decided to make his life of crime more effective. His tool of choice. A simple point two-two caliber revolver. To him, this wasn't just a weapon, it was a symbol of his newfound confidence. With the revolver in hand, Richard began to think he was invincible, that Satan himself had his back. This belief made him reckless, but also emboldened him to unleash a reign of terror that left a dark stain on California in the mid-80s. The first in a series of atrocities, it all started on March 17, 1985. That night, Richard stole a car and was cruising around when he spotted Maria Hernandez,

a 22-year-old woman, in her vehicle. He decided to follow her. She was heading home, unaware of the predator on her tail. When she parked in her garage and stepped out of the car with her keys in hand, Richard snuck up behind her. He made a noise, causing her to turn around. Without hesitation, he pulled out his revolver and fired. Maria collapsed, and Richard, assuming she was dead, pushed her aside with his foot and

entered the house. Inside, Maria's roommate, Dale Yoshi Okazaki, 34, was hiding in the kitchen. Richard noticed her and waited. When she peaked out, he shot her in the forehead. Satisfied, he rummaged around briefly and decided to leave. He exited through the front door, because why bother sneaking when you're protected by Satan? Right? To his surprise, Maria wasn't dead.

The bullet had hit the keys she was holding, saving her life. She was standing outside, alive and shocked. Richard glanced at her, smirked, and walked away, his confidence swelling. But that night wasn't over. He needed another victim to satiate his dark urges. On the road, he spotted Silyen, Veronica, you, a thirty-year-old woman. He followed her, forced her to stop, and shot her multiple times. Maria, the lone survivor of that horrific night, provided the police with a description

of her attacker. She described a tall, lanky man with bulging eyes, curly hair, and decayed, foul-smelling teeth. The sloppy killer emerges. Despite Maria's detailed description, the police struggled to connect the dots. They didn't realize yet that these crimes were the work of one man. Richard, meanwhile, reveled in their confusion. Just ten days later, on March 27, he broke into a home in Whittier, California. The house belonged to 64-year-old Vincent Charles Zazera and his wife, Maxine, 44.

Vincent was asleep on the couch when Richard shot him in the head. Then he moved to the bedroom, where Maxine was sleeping. Richard tied her up and demanded to know where the valuables were. While he ransacked the house, Maxine managed to free herself and grab a shotgun hidden under the bed. Unfortunately, it wasn't loaded. Enraged, Richard retaliated by shooting her three times and mutilating her body. In a gruesome act, he gouged out her eyes and took them as a trophy. This crime scene left behind key evidence, bullet casings and footprints from a rare obvious sneaker, size 11.5.

These clues would become crucial later. The crimes multiply, Richard didn't slow down. On May 14, 1985, he broke into a house in Monterey Park and targeted the Doi family. He killed Bill Doi, 66, before assaulting his wife, Lillian, who had recently suffered a stroke. Despite her vulnerability, Lillian survived and later provided information to the police. The detectives, however, were still piecing things together. They were convinced that multiple criminals were involved. On May 29, Richard targeted elderly sisters Mabel, Ma, Bell, 83, and Florence, Nettie Lang, 81.

He beat both women severely and used an electrical cord to shock them. Before leaving, he used lipstick to draw a pentagram on the wall and another on Ma's leg. The very next day, he attacked Carol Kyle, 42, and her 11-year-old son. While the boy was unharmed, Carol wasn't so lucky. Richard assaulted and tortured her before fleeing with stolen valuables. What made Richard terrifying wasn't just the randomness of his attacks but his lack of a clear victim profile. He killed men, women, the elderly, and even children.

His M.O. was consistent, though, break in, terrorize, murder, and ransack the home. Some sources even say he'd say he'd say. stopped to eat from the family's fridge. His complete disregard for human life was horrifying. Unrelenting violence. On July 2nd, Richard attacked Mary Louise Cannon, 75, in Arcadia. He bludgeoned and stabbed her to death. Just a few days later, on July 5th, he broke into the Bennett family's home in Sierra Madre. He attacked 16-year-old Whitney Bennett with a tire iron and tried to strangle her with a telephone cord. Sparks flew from the cord, and Richard fled, convinced it was a sign from Satan.

His killing spree continued. On July 7, he murdered 60-year-old Joyce Lucille Nelson and left a shoe print on her face. The same night, he assaulted 63-year-old Sophie Dickman but spared her life. On July 20, he committed two more murders in Glendale, targeting Lella and Maxon-Nighting, before heading to another home that same night. There, he killed Chaynor on Covenant and assaulted his wife, Sondkid. Once again, he left witnesses behind. mind. Getting closer. By now, Richard's crimes were all over the news. The media had dubbed him

that Knight Stalker, a name he adored. The attention inflated his ego, making him believe he was unstoppable. But with each crime, he left more evidence. On August 6, he attacked Christopher and Virginia Peterson in their home. Miraculously, they survived and gave police a description. On August 8, he killed Elias Abawath, 31, and assaulted his wife, Sakina, in front of their three-year-old son. Then came his fatal mistake. On August 18th, he murdered Peter and Barbara Pan in San Francisco. After shooting Peter, 66, he drew a pentagram on the wall with lipstick and scrawled jacked the knife. Crucially, he left another obvious footprint. Detectives linked the rare shoe to just one pair sold in Los Angeles. When this information was leaked by San Francisco's mayor,

Diane Feinstein, Richard panicked. He threw the shoes off the Golden Gate Bridge, but it was too late. The beginning of the end, on August 24th, Richard drove to Mission Viejo, intent on more carnage. However, a 13-year-old boy in the Romero household noticed something was off and woke his family. Frustrated, Richard fled to a nearby home, where he shot Bill Carnes and assaulted his fiancé, Inez Erickson. Both survived and provided descriptions of their attacker. A neighbor noted the make and license plate of Richard's car, a stolen orange Toyota. Police tracked it down on August 28, finding a single fingerprint on the rearview mirror. The print was matched to Richard Ramirez, a drifter with a history of theft and drug

charges. His mugshot was released to the public, and on August 31st, 1985, Richard's face was everywhere. The chase, unaware he'd been identified, Richard traveled to Arizona to visit his brother. When he returned to Los Angeles, he saw his photo plastered across newspapers. Panicked, he tried to carjack a woman but was chased off by bystanders. Desperate, he attempted to steal another car but was thwarted again. By the time he reached a third vehicle, an entire mob had formed. They beat him until police arrived and arrested him. Trial and legacy, Richard's trial was a circus. He showed no remorse, flashed pentagrams in court, and declared his allegiance to Satan. Despite his theatrics, he was convicted on 13 counts of murder,

five attempted murders, 11 sexual assaults, and 14 burglaries. On November 7, 1989, he was sentenced to death. Yet, he remained on death row for years, appealing his conviction. On June 7, 2013, Richard died of complications from B-cell lymphoma. His body was never claimed, a lonely end for a man who once basked in the spotlight of infamy. He promises not to say anything, not to go to the police, and to act like nothing happened, but she refuses. So Rachel assumes she is going to die and asks him, please, not to let it be from drowning, but the guy tells her that he can't promise that. Let's begin. On October 5, 2002, the Everett, Washington, police received a tip about a missing girl. They put up posters everywhere,

received anonymous calls, tips, false leads, and finally, something significant was found, a confession that quickly led to a large-scale search. Police, volunteers, and searched dogs scoured every inch of Mill Creek in Snohomish County, Washington, and after hours and hours of searching, they finally found something, an improvised grave containing the lifeless body of a person who died praying. What happened to this person to end up like this, and who could have been capable of killing them in this way? Rachel Rose Batchheimer was born on January 16, 1984, in Everett, Washington, as the second daughter of Dennis Weber and Bill Bheimer. Her loved ones described her as a wonderful person, charming, sweet, extroverted, and always excelling

in sports. In fact, she was in several sports teams and stood out in all of them. They also said she was a very fun girl, and had she wanted, she could have been a great comedian. She was a good actress with a lot of charisma and confidence, but what she truly wanted in life was to become a veterinarian. It's important to mention that she got excellent grades. Bill Batchheimer also pointed out that Rachel was very popular, had tons of friends, and was always getting calls. In fact, he even considered himself the answering machine for his little daughter. Another very interesting point about Rachel is that she told her parents absolutely everything, and if not her parents, then her older sister Megan, whom she considered

her best friend. Every Sunday, the Batchheimer family went to church, and Rachel was very happy about this. She believed in God, was at peace with herself, and had no issues with anyone. However, between the years 2000 and 2001, her life took a complete turn. In just one year, she lost six friends. Many of you might think that these losses were. were because they stopped talking to each other, argued, or fought, but that was not the case. These six friends died in tragic ways, one took their own life, another had an accident, and others passed away in really shocking ways, deaths that marked Rachel Batchheimer deeply. However, there was one loss that changed her forever, and that was the death of her best friend,

Corey Haynes. Corey and she were always very close, practically inseparable. They went to the same school, the same classes, and did extracurricular activities together, but one day, Corey passed away. He got into his car and had an accident that took his life instantly. Since then, Rachel was never the same, and an entire wall of her room was covered with photos of Corey. She also put up his obituary, newspaper clippings, photos of them together, and drawings of him. From then on, she wore a ring that Corey had given her. She stopped going out, stopped attending classes, stopped eating, and stopped talking to others.

Rachel, who had always been so cheerful and lively, was now just a shadow of the person she once was. She never drank, never smoked, and never used drugs, but now she did. She didn't do it to get attention or to feel sorry for herself, as many people claim on forums, but simply because she wanted to hurt herself. So, not only did she use drugs to hurt herself, but she also began to associate with people who weren't good for her. The more depressed Rachel became, the further she pulled away from her loved ones.

She didn't tell her parents where she was going or who she was with, and when she came back home, she smelled like tobacco and alcohol. She wouldn't listen, wouldn't talk, and simply slammed the door in their faces. But she spent hours and hours on the phone. Megan suspected that Rachel had a boyfriend, so many nights she stood behind the door trying to listen. But unfortunately, she couldn't understand anything, Rachel spoke very quietly in code, and everything seemed very strange. But sooner or later, the truth always comes out, and everything was revealed when Bill Batchheimer discovered a phone bill worth $340. That amount was crazy, especially because no one in the house talked on the phone that much.

Rachel talked a lot, but not enough to justify such a bill. Bill grabbed the bill and checked every number Rachel had called, and the one that appeared most frequently was the Washington Correction Center, a men's prison located in Shelton. Immediately, a very upset bill went to find Rachel and demanded an explanation. The girl told him that there was nothing to worry about, that she simply had a complicated boyfriend, John Anderson, a guy two years older than her. She said John was a good person, but unfortunately, he didn't have an easy life.

He had no money, no job, and unfortunately, he made some mistakes that would land him in prison. Obviously, Bill didn't want someone like that for his daughter, so from that moment on, he kept a constant eye on her movements. He saw that she was calling the prison almost every day and was also receiving letters that she didn't want her parents to see. letters that mysteriously arrived in the mailbox every week. John Anderson was the typical bad boy, he didn't have an education, sold drugs, and was a member of a group of troubled boys who called themselves the Northwest Mafia. This was a group of young people, aged between 16 and 34, who didn't do anything good with their lives. They sold drugs, smoked, through parties, didn't work, didn't study, and lived off their hustles and their parents.

But according to Rachel, John was different from the others. He was polite, respectful, loving, and a good person, and she was deeply in love with him. In the letters he sent to Rachel, John expressed all his love for her. He said she was his life, his soul, his heart, his everything, and he repeatedly told her that he wanted to marry her. To the mind of a teenage girl, this sounds wonderful, but to the mind of an adult, it sounds dangerous. On one occasion, John Anderson sent Rachel a letter that simply said, I love you, Rachel. He repeated, I love you, Rachel, 30 times, filling an entire page with those words. Carrie Roberts, Rachel's friend, stated that this relationship was anything but perfect.

In fact, many of the letters Rachel received weren't as loving as, I love you, Rachel. Many times, John threatened Rachel. If she didn't answer his letters or phone calls, John would get extremely angry and threatened to leave her. Rachel was caught up in drug issues with John Anderson, and he used every excuse to throw her addiction in her face. Carrie shared that once, Rachel refused to have sex with John, and as punishment, he hit her and forced her to have sex. On another occasion, John got angry with her, hit her, and locked her in her house for three days. Three days in which her family didn't hear from her, not a call, not a message, nothing at all. Another shocking thing that Carrie revealed was that John always smelled Rachel's hair and clothes.

Many of you might think this is trivial, but he did it to detect if Rachel had hugged another man. Many would think that Rachel, seeing these kinds of events, should have broken up with him, but she was so broken and had so little self-worth that she was incapable of doing so. One day, in early 2002, Megan noticed that Rachel had bruises all over her body. So, she grabbed her and told her that this had to stop. I sat at the edge of my bed, and we talked until 2 a.m. She shared with me her fears about John Anderson and also spoke about the threats he had made to her. Coincidentally, at that time, John was in prison.

So, it was much easier for Rachel to break up with him, he wouldn't be able to end. answer her calls or letters, and she could pretend John simply didn't exist. Slowly, Rachel went back to being herself. She returned to church, started hanging out with friends again, and began talking to her parents. After breaking up with John, she left all the bad things that connected her to him, alcohol, drugs, and, of course, the Northwest Mafia. She became the same person again, with the help of a friend named Morris Rivas. Morris had also been involved in the Northwest Mafia.

He had been a part of it for many years, but just like Rachel, he had had enough. He didn't have an easy childhood and had spent most of his life in foster care. At one point, he got to know the Northwest Mafia and thought they were his family. He thought the crimes they committed were good for him, that they gave him good things, but at 18, he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't have a good job or an education. So, together with Rachel, he decided to leave all that behind. They went back to studying, found jobs, and gradually became productive individuals again. According to several sources, Rachel trusted Morris 100%.

She shared her secrets, her dreams, her hopes, she told him everything. But when John got out of prison, everything ended. Rachel once again returned to him. She went back to drugs, alcohol, and the fights. They broke up, then got back together, broke up again, and finally, Rachel ended everything with John. She promised Megan that she would never go back to him. That was when John lost control and decided to get revenge on her.

To be continued. But when John got out of prison, everything ended. Rachel once again got back with him, back to drugs, alcohol, the fights. They broke up, got back together, broke up, got back together, and finally, Rachel ended it all. She broke up with John and swore to Megan she would never get back with him again. That's when John lost control and decided to get revenge on her. So he told everyone she was a traitor.

He started saying Rachel was seeing a man who was part of a rival gang and spreading stories that she was a liar, a manipulator, and that she had also stolen drugs. At first, Rachel ignored all of it because she knew John was just bitter, but at a certain point, he confronted her and said he intended to kill her. He literally told her to watch where she went and who she hung out with because soon she'd be dead. Rachel knew perfectly well what John was capable of, so she told everything to her older sister. Her sister told her not to be afraid because John was just a scorn kid, and anyone can make

a threat. So Rachel took a deep breath and calmed down. In September 22, 2002, Morris told Rachel that things with the mafia were not going well. He said John had told them horrible things about the two of them and that the best thing they could do was talk to the group and sort it all out, not to go back to them, but basically to avoid problems. The two friends talked for a while and agreed to go the next day to a party thrown by this group. Supposedly, John wouldn't be at this party, so it was the perfect moment to talk things through,

up misunderstandings, and then go back to their normal life, study, work, and finally be happy. The plan was perfect. At 3 p.m. the next day, Morris and Rachel got into her car and went to Nathan Lovelace's house. Supposedly, it would be a big party, video games, smoking, music. But Nathan's dad cancelled the plans, so everyone gathered their things and went to the house of Jeff Hyatt, 32 years old. Once there, everything was chaos, so you don't miss a single detail, I'll tell you the names of everyone present, there was Morris, who you all know, Matthew Durham, 17, Nathan Lovelace, 16, Joseph Hyatt, 32, Jeffrey Barth, 22, Tony Williams, 20, and then John Whitaker, 22.

The party basically consisted of drinking, smoking, and fooling around. The music was very loud, and the atmosphere seemed not. normal. Rachel spoke with everyone, and apparently, no one was mad at her. They knew John could get intense sometimes, but it wasn't like he'd kill her, or try to. So the pair of friends relaxed a lot and just went with the flow. They drank, smoked, played video games. But at a certain point, John Anderson walked through the door, and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. John arrived furious, threatening, insulting, and at a certain point, he pulled out a weapon. Many present repeated his gesture. That's when Rachel, terrified, tried to escape. But before she

reached the door, John grabbed her by the hair, threw her to the ground, and started hitting her. Many might think at this point that everyone there stopped it, stepped in, calmed John down, separated him. But no. Everyone stood up and started hitting Rachel too. This party wasn't spontaneous. It hadn't been a casual hangout, it had been a trap to get revenge on Rachel. The last time John was in prison and Rachel left him, he wasn't happy. He wrote her letters, called her on the phone, but she never answered.

So John asked his friend Morris to pretend to be Rachel's best friend, to become inseparable, to share everything, secrets, dreams, hopes. He even asked him to pretend he wanted to change, to make an effort, to be kind, to be understanding. And Morris did everything John asked, even when John asked him to trick Rachel and bring her into that trap. John's idea at the beginning wasn't to beat Rachel up. It wasn't about revenge for being dumped in prison. His idea was to get out and, thanks to Morris, win her back. But no matter what he did, it didn't work. The girl finally left him and moved on with her life. So at that point, John Anderson decided he couldn't take it anymore, and if she wasn't his,

she'd be no one's. He convinced the whole group that Rachel was a bad person and needed to be taken out. They all beat her for a long time, and Rachel kept screaming. So Tony Williams turned up a radio to full blast so the neighbors wouldn't hear the screams. The boys kept hitting and kicking her, and at a certain point, John, along with the others, gagged her and tied her hands and feet. After that, they dragged her into the garage. They left her there for five hours while they figured out what to do.

They thought about beating her more, scaring her, threatening her, but after that, they didn't know. So they ordered pizza and kept partying. They even considered asking for ransom. Meanwhile, they had so much fun, they forgot there was a beaten, gagged girl in the garage. At 9 p.m., Treza Connor, Jeff's girlfriend, arrived at the house. She entered through the garage, and once there, she found Rachel, saw the blood, bruises, wounds. Saw her tied up and gagged. The first thing she did was grab a knife from the kitchen and try to free her.

But John didn't let her. He said the girl was a bad person and deserved it. Treesa said she didn't care what Rachel had done or not done, What she didn't want was someone to die in her house. She said if they didn't want her to call the police, they should put the girl in a car and take her far away. And that's exactly what they decided to do. John Whitaker and John Anderson grabbed Rachel,

put her in a black cloth bag, and then put that bag in Matthew Durham's Jeep. From there, the group split. Three guys drove the Jeep to a remote place, while John Anderson and John Whitaker went to find supplies to finish the job. Among the boys in the Jeep with Rachel was Morris Rivas, who had pretended for a long time to be her best friend. They all decided to take Rachel to Mill Creek.

Once there, Morris got out of the car, grabbed the bag, took Rachel down, and the others drove off to meet John Anderson and John Whitaker. For a long time, it was just Morris and Rachel alone in the mountains, and during that time they talked a lot. Baked Morris to let her go, promised not to say anything, not to go to the police, to pretend nothing had happened, but Morris refused. Rachel assumed she was going to die, and she begged Morris not to let it be by drowning. But he said he couldn't promise that. Around midnight, the Jeep returned. Morris asked Rachel to stay quiet or things would get worse.

John Anderson and John Whitaker got out of the vehicle armed with shovels and started digging. Rachel started crying when she heard this. That's when John, furious, grabbed the shovel and hit Rachel. When the hole was deep enough, they took Rachel out of the bag and tried to undress her, but she refused to be touched and said she'd do it herself. She took off her clothes, shoes, jewelry, and asked John Anderson to please let her keep the ring Corey had given her. But John said no.

So Rachel took it off, curled up on the ground, and began to pray. John interrupted and forced her into the hole. Rachel stood up, stepped into the hole, lay face down, and put her hands in a praying position. Everyone looked down, and then John pulled out a gun and unloaded it into Rachel's body. He shot her in the head, back, legs, so many times that the gun jammed. When it was clear she was dead, he grabbed the shovel, filled the hole, and began his cover-up plan. First, they took all of Rachel's things, stuffed them into a pillowcase, and burned them. Then they threw the gun into a pond.

Finally, they drove Rachel's car and parked it outside her ex-boyfriend's house, so the police would suspect him. The plan seemed perfect, with no loose ends. But to make sure, John told everyone that if they opened their mouths, they would die. So everyone swore to keep the secret. For days later, Rachel's family filed a missing person report. Normally she disappeared for a day or two, but four was too many. They figured something terrible had happened. Her photo was posted everywhere, radios talked about her, and finally, on October 4, 2002,

Jeffrey Barth's mother went to the police. She didn't say her son was involved, didn't mention crimes or kidnapping, just said that when the mafia kids got together, terrible things happened, drugs, fights, chaos. She also said they always used Matthew Durham's Jeep. So if anyone knew anything, it was Matthew. With that information, the police bluffed. They brought in Matthew Durham and interrogated him. Told him they knew everything, had evidence, testimonies, and if he didn't talk, things would be worse.

Matthew panicked and confessed everything. In full detail, he told him. what happened to Rachel, where she was buried, where the murder weapon was, where Rachel's belongings were, and why her car was at her ex's house. On October 5, 2002, a large search party found Rachel's body at Mill Creek. Several pieces of evidence were found. The bullets in the gun from the pond matched the bullets in Rachel's body. Rachel's family identified the jewelry in the pillowcase as what she wore the day she disappeared. At John Anderson's house, they found shovels, rope, and duct tape, three tools used in a crime. With all this evidence, everyone

received various sentences. They were all accomplices and charged with first-degree kidnapping in conspiracy to commit kidnapping. They received between nine and 37 years in prison. But the most important sentences were for Morris Rivas and John Anderson. Morris Rivas, Rachel's supposed best friend, was sentenced to 26 years and has since appeared on many program saying he deeply regrets what he did to Rachel. John Anderson, on the other hand, showed no remorse. During the trial, he laughed, looked at the camera, winked at Rachel's family. The prosecution sought the death penalty, but he received life in prison.

Now it's your turn, what do you think about the case? Do you think the sentences were fair? The end. He said he was 1.80 meters tall, had short black hair, big and expression. aggressive eyes, and that before hitting her, he apologized. From this point on, there were two very important points, the DNA of the same type in three different places, an attack in 2001, and an attack and a crime in 2005, and secondly, they also had a composite sketch.

We start at 4 a.m. on September 25, 2005. A neighbor from Blenheim Crescent in Croydon, England, heard the screams of a girl coming from the door of her house. She quickly jumped out of bed, ran to the window, and started looking, but despite looking, she saw nothing, and the screams had already ceased. It lasted only a few moments before fading away. The woman thought it was some kind of joke, perhaps drunken teenagers playing around. Still, she stood there for a while, and in the darkness, she saw a man walking toward the

spot where she had heard the screams minutes before. She kept looking, searching for anyone on the street, but she saw the man walking, but she saw a man walking Kept looking, searching for anyone on the street, but there was nothing else, so she went back to bed and closed her eyes, unaware that two hours later, the whole street would be filled with patrol cars. Those screams had not been a game but the voice of an 18-year-old girl asking for help. Sally Bowman was born on September 11, 1987, in Carlton, London, as the fourth daughter of the Bowman couple. From a young age, she showed a great talent for the arts. She loved singing, acting, and posing for photos, so it's not surprising that at some point, her parents suggested the idea of enrolling her in the prestigious British School of Performing Arts and Technology.

This academy is very well known, having produced stars such as Tom Holland, the current Spider-Man, Jesse J., Leona Lewis, and Adele. The Academy studies are focused on young people between the ages of 14 and 19, and during Sally's time there, all the teachers spoke highly of her, saying she had a bright future in music and modeling, and that she could be the next Kate Moss. Sally loved this idea, as her big dream was to be on the cover of Vogue. Sally was a very independent girl, and once she set her mind on something, she had to do it. So, in 2004, when she was 17, she decided to start working. During the day, she worked as a hairdresser, occasionally modeled, and some nights worked as a

at a local pub. In January 2005, she signed a contract with the modeling agency post-model management, which opened up more opportunities in the industry. By April 2005, she became the face of swatch watches and walked in their swatch alternative fashion week. She had so many offers, and everything was going so well that at 18, she moved out on her own, but she remained very close to her three sisters, speaking with them every day, sharing everything. Between the ages of 17 and 18, she started dating a boy her age named Louis Braun, and apparently, things went well. To the outside world, they were the perfect couple, good-looking, adorable, and friendly, but behind closed doors, they had occasional arguments, accusing

each other of being unfaithful. By early September 2005, they simply stopped seeing each other. On Friday, September 23rd of that same month, Sally decided to spend the night at her mother's house, a beautiful little house on Blenheim Crescent in Croydon. The night went by without incident, and the next morning, Saturday, September 24th, her siblings called her and invited her to go out that night. She said it was a friend's birthday, and of course, she was invited. So Sally agreed, got ready, dressed nicely, and when the time came, she said goodbye to her mother and went to the bar where the girls were partying. The bar they went to was called Lloyd's Bar, located in the center of Croydon. At 1 a.m., Sally went outside for some fresh air. She was

supposed to stay at her sister Nicole's house that night, but for some reason, things didn't go well, and at some point, her ex-boyfriend Louis Spron called her. He wanted to talk to her about their breakup, and although she didn't want anything to do with it, they eventually decided to meet that night. Some sources say Nicole got into a fight and was taken to the police station, so Sally couldn't stay at her sister's house. She had no key and couldn't get in, so she asked Lewis to take her home. At 2 a.m., Sally got into a taxi and went to Central Croydon, where Lewis picked her up and drove her to her mother's house. Throughout the ride, they argued about their breakup. The conversation dragged on so long that they talked until 4 a.m. Lewis stopped the car in front of Sally's

mother's house, but the argument continued for a little longer. Finally, at 405 a.m., the girl got out of the car, slammed the door, and he started the engine. At 4.15 a.m. on September 25, 2005, a neighbor from Blenheim Crescent heard the screams of a girl at the door of her house. She quickly jumped out of bed and looked out the window. She looked one way and then the other, but saw nothing but darkness, and the screams had already stopped. After waiting a little longer, she saw a man walking toward the source of the screams, but then saw nothing else. She went back to bed and closed her eyes. Two hours later, at 6 a.m., a neighbor went out to the street to take out the trash and saw the legs of a mannequin between two trash bins. They were long, white, and perfect, so they clearly

weren't real. But as she got closer, she realized they belonged to her neighbor's daughter. She immediately grabbed the phone and called the police. The autopsy of Sally Bowman revealed that the girl had ten wounds all over her body. First, the girl was hit in the head until she fell to the ground and then received seven stabs, three of which completely pierced her body, entering through her abdomen and exiting through her back. The weapon used was a very sharp knife. Second, after she died, her attacker left his DNA all over her body, and third, as a trophy, the attacker took some of her belongings, such as her underwear and pants. With this information, the police contacted Sally's family, her mother, sisters, and friends,

and everyone said the last person to see her alive was her ex-boyfriend, Louis Spron. So, he immediately became a suspect. On the afternoon of September 25th, the police went to look for him. As soon as he saw the officers, the boy asked if it was because he had argued with Sally the previous night. The question made him seem even more suspicious, so the officers handcuffed him and took him to the station. But what happened next is interesting, the interrogation lasted four days. For days locked up, constantly being pressured. They took his fingerprints and DNA, and after four days, the laboratory reported that Lewis Brown's DNA didn't match the one found

on Sally Bowman's body. So, the boy was released without charges. At this point in the case, something very interesting happened. Although they didn't have the attacker, they had his DNA, and they realized that it matched perfectly with two unsolved cases. The first one occurred four years earlier, in 2001. A girl went to make a call at a public phone booth in the middle of the night. She opened the booth, entered, and shut the door.

She dialed a number and started calling. Minutes passed, and a man knocked on the door. The girl ignored him completely, but when she turned around, she saw that the man was watching her. It was one of the most terrifying moments of her life, and when the man finished, he ran away and disappeared into a parking lot. The attacker's DNA was left in the phone booth, so the police were able to recover it. But the problem was that they never identified him, which led him to commit the next crime. which occurred the same night Sally Bowman was murdered, just about 40 minutes later, on

Sanderstadt Street. A girl was walking alone down the street talking on the phone when, out of nowhere, a stranger hit her in the head and started stabbing her. The girl screamed and begged for help, but the man didn't stop. Then, a taxi's headlights shone on him, and as the taxi approached, the man stopped attacking her and ran away. The victim survived the attack and gave the police a complete description of the man. She said he was 1.80 meters tall, had short black hair, big, expressive eyes, and before hitting her, he apologized. From here, they had two very important clues, the DNA of the same person in three different locations, a 2001 attack and a 2005 attack in crime, and secondly, they also had a composite sketch. They knew the man was

between 20 and 30 years old, tall, with short dark hair, and that he always attacked unsuspecting victims, one talking on the phone, the other walking to dark houses. There could have been more victims that the police didn't know about, so they organized a massive DNA sweep. They realized the attacks occurred in Croydon or around the nearby area, so the suspect must have lived there or very close by. They searched for men with a similar physique and went door to door asking for DNA samples. They also asked all the men in Croydon to voluntarily go to a police tent, provide their DNA, give their information, and then go home. Many thought this was absurd, especially for two reasons. If the suspect opened the door, he wouldn't give his DNA,

and he would have every right to refuse. However, the agents knew this perfectly well, they wanted to narrow the search as much as possible, eliminating men who fit the profile, to get closer to him. They also hoped that perhaps a relative, like a cousin, brother, or father, would go to the tent and give their DNA. Unfortunately, this didn't happen. Even though 4,000 men went voluntarily, none of them were the murderer. Months passed after Sally Bowman's death, and by March 2006, the police still had no significant progress in the case. They had DNA from over 4,000 men, but none of them matched the attackers, and there were no other cases linking him to anything else. The detectives made two decisions. First, they reviewed prior cases before Sally's.

They had a composite sketch for the second attack, but not the first one, so they called the girl from 2001 and asked her to describe the man once again. For years had passed, so she probably wouldn't remember much, or the man may have changed a little. However, the girl gave a description very similar to the first composite sketch. Thanks to this, they continued making progress. Second, they asked Sally's family if they could release all the details of the crime to the public. People in Croydon weren't providing information, there were no witnesses, no clues, nothing at all. So, if they told the truth, maybe possible witnesses or victims would start speaking up.

In March 2006, the British press published both composite sketches and all the details of Sally Bowman's death. But unbelievably, this didn't help. No one knew the man, and no one had any information. Time continued to pass. However, this case took a complete turn on June 15, 2006. On that day, England was playing for a spot in the World Cup against Trinidad and Tobago, and thousands of young people were gathered in pubs to watch the match. The atmosphere was generally festive, with alcohol, laughter, and jokes. But in the town of Crawley, 47 minutes away from Croydon, things were a little different. A 35-year-old man named Mark Dixie got into an argument with another fan during the match. They started insulting

each other, and at one point, Mark left the pub and threw the other man to the ground, continuing to insult and threaten him. A police officer happened to be nearby and grabbed Mark, putting him into a police car. Once at the station, several officers asked him the usual questions, his name, where he lived, where he worked, and why he was fighting. They entered all this information into the database, and that's when they discovered that Mark Dixie had a long criminal record, theft, indecent exposure, indecent assault. It was not new for Mark to be in a police station, but on this occasion, he seemed very affected.

He was nervous, crying, and stammering, which struck the officers as strange. So, they took his fingerprints and a DNA sample, and then they released him. Twelve days later, the laboratory called the station and reported that Mark Dixie's DNA matched the one found at the crime scene where Sally Bowman was murdered. But by then, it was too late, Mark had packed his bags and left for Amsterdam. For three months, the police didn't know what to do. They checked his old house, spoke with his friends, but no one knew anything about him. His whole life was in England, so the police knew that sooner or later, he would have to return.

The problem was, they didn't know when. Luckily, something happened that changed the course of history. His former landlord called him on the phone and gave him an ultimatum, he owed rent and multiple payments, and if he didn't return, he would lose the house. So, Mark Dixie took a flight and came back. home, but not only did he return, he also resumed his old life, he went back to his old job, partied with friends, and when Croydon police realized this, they went after him and arrested him.

Mark Dixie was in preventive detention for 18 months. During this time, the police tried to figure out what motivated him to commit the crimes on the morning of September 25, 2005. They discovered the following. On September 24, Mark Dixie turned 35, and he always celebrated his birthday in grand style, parties, music, alcohol, and he loved gathering with his friends. That night, they all went together to Central Croydon, where they went to various bars, drank alcohol, had some sodas, but at first, Mark wasn't affected.

However, at one point, his girlfriend called him to say she wouldn't be coming, that she was sorry, but they couldn't meet that night. changed Mark completely. His biggest obsession was having a great birthday, partying, drinking, and ending the night in bed with his girlfriend. But without her, everything was falling apart. So, he got more and more drunk, and at some point, even did drugs. By the end of the night, Mark was in a bad state and decided to go sleep at two friends' houses. The three of them went there at 2.30 a.m. and continued partying until they fell asleep. At 3 a.m., Mark woke up, grabbed a knife, and went outside.

Still very angry, he decided to attack the first girl he saw. He wanted to compensate for the lack of sex he had that night. That's when he crossed paths with the girl talking on the phone on Sanderstadt Street. He approached her from behind, apologized, hit her, and started stabbing her. But when a taxi's headlights shone on him, Mark got scared, stopped attacking her, and ran away. After about 40 minutes, he continued moving on until he reached Blenham Crescent. There, he saw a couple arguing inside a car. He hid in the shadows, and when the girl got out, slammed the door, and the car drove off,

Mark approached her, hit her, stabbed her, and then hit again, fearing that a neighbor had seen him. But no lights came on in the houses. After five minutes, he left his hiding spot, approached the body, and that's when the testimony of a neighbor came into play. This neighbor, at 4.15 a.m., heard the screams of Sally Bowman, got up from bed, looked out the window but couldn't see anyone. After several minutes, she saw a man walking toward the source of the screams. That man was none other than Mark Dixie, ready to finish what he had started. When he got tired of all this, he went to his friend's house, lay on the couch, and pretended to get up at the same time as her and the other girl.

While the police were still searching for the truth, Mark hired a good lawyer, and together they devised a plan that, according to the Bowman family, was insulting. On February 4, 2008, the trial for the death of Sally Bowman began. In this trial, the defense claimed that Mark Dixie didn't kill her, that he was just walking around, saw Sally's unconscious body, and couldn't resist, it was then that he pounced on her and raped her. Obviously, this story made no sense because Sally Bowman was covered in blood, had stab wounds, and even a drunk person wouldn't think she was unconscious.

But the defense argued that he didn't know, that he was drunk and very affected. The defense also argued that they couldn't prove he had killed her simply because there was no weapon found, and the boy's blood wasn't anywhere on her body. They could only prove he was there after she had died. But on February 22nd of that same year, after three hours of deliberation, the jury found Mark Dixie guilty of all charges, and the judge sentenced him to life in prison with a minimum of 34 years behind bars. With this monster behind bars, the police realized he had a modus operandi, he would walk

down the street, find a girl, hit her, stab her, and run away. He did the same with Sally Bowman, hit her, stabbed her, stepped back, and then dragged her by This led the police to wonder if Mark Dixie had done the same with other women in the past. Mark Philip Dixie was born on September 24, 1970, in Statham, London. We have very little information about his childhood, but we know that his parents divorced when he was 18 months old. When he was eight years old, his mother remarried and later had two more children. His criminal record started in 1986, when he was 16, and at that time, He robbed a woman at Knife Point, which led to a six-week prison sentence.

The following year, he moved to SITC, but once there, he was guilty of a robbery. In 1988, he was convicted of new crimes, indecent assault and exhibitionism, leading to a two-year probation sentence. Later that same year, he was found guilty of indecent assault and battery. With all this, the police were able to send him to prison, monitor him, and keep track of his move. But it wasn't until 1989 that he was finally locked up, and it was that year that he committed more crimes, including indecent exposure, and was sentenced to 80 hours of community service. In 1990, he was convicted of assaulting a police officer, and from then until 1993, he stayed out of the limelight. He didn't rob or assault anyone, and in 1993, he packed his bags and moved

to Australia, where he stayed longer than his visa allowed. In 1999, he was deported to England after committing a crime. Over the following years, Mark committed some more crimes, and in 2001, he assaulted the girl at the phone booth. Between 2000 and 2005, Mark also traveled to Spain. The police got his records from both Australia and Spain and contacted both countries to see if there were any unsolved cases from that time. The answer was yes.

They sent his DNA profile, and two cases. came up that perfectly matched the crime of Sally Bowman. In 1998, an Australian student was attacked in her apartment by a man with his face covered by a stocking. He snuck in through the kitchen, hit her, stabbed her, and, while she was unconscious, he raped her. And, coincidentally, the DNA from that attacker was the same as Mark Dixies. Apart from this crime, Mark also confessed to an attack in 2003 at a spy in Fianjol, Spain. The modus operandi was very similar. In 2017, additional years were added to his sentence for the 1998 and 2003 crimes.

So now it's your turn, do you think this man might have other pending cases? End. On Sunday, January 25, 2004, around noon, Elias was heading to his parents' house with his wife and daughter. It was a regular family tradition, every Sunday, the whole family would gather to eat and spend time together. The three of them were in high spirits, excited for the day ahead. However, as they drove down the road, something caught Elias's eye, a car parked on the side of the road. It looked strikingly similar to his sister's car. Inside, there was no noticeable movement, but someone was sitting in the driver's seat.

The figure didn't seem to be moving at all. Concerned, Elias decided to drop off his wife and daughter first before returning to check on the car. What he found would mark the beginning of one of the most sinister and baffling cases the region had ever seen. Sheila Lorena Barrero Fernandez was born in Deguna, Asturias, in 1981. She was the youngest of four children born to Julia Fernandez and Elias Barrero. Sheila was known for her sweet and friendly demeanor. She had a natural magnetism about her, but she wasn't overly trusting. She had a strong personality and knew how to set boundaries with people. Despite her beauty, Sheila hated being photographed or recorded. She'd often shy away from

cameras, and this trait was evident even during her older brother's wedding. There, she went out of her way to avoid being filmed or photographed, though she was eventually caught smiling in a few shots. Once the formalities were over, she quickly disappeared from the camera's reach. At the time of her death, Sheila was in and on again, off-again relationship with a man named Teosabugo, described by her family as her longtime boyfriend. Their relationship had its ups and downs, and they'd broken up a few times before. In late 2003, during one of these breakups, Sheila had been spotted with another man, Borja Vidal, nicknamed Bo.

However, whatever they had didn't last long, and by November, Sheila and Teo were back together, even planning a trip to Tenerife. Sheila had studied tourism and worked during the week at a travel agency in Hihon. She lived there with her sister Monica and Monica's partner. However, Sheila spent her weekends back in Degana at her parents' house. She was saving up to buy her own apartment and worked extra shifts to make this dream a reality. On Fridays and Saturdays, she worked at a bar called Joe Team, located in Villablino, where she served drinks. Now, let's fast forward to the fateful weekend. On Friday, January 23, 2004, Sheila drove her white Pujo 206 from Hihon to Diganagh.

That night, as usual, she went to work at the bar. The next day, Saturday, her father accompanied her to a mechanic's shop. in Villablino to have her car checked out. They drove separately with Sheila following her father. After dropping off her car, she got into her dad's car, and they drove back home together. The mechanic's initial assessment was that the car wouldn't be ready until Sunday or Monday. This left Sheila without transportation for the weekend. So, she made arrangements with some friends to pick her up for work later that evening. At 10.30 p.m., her friends arrived, and together they went to grab burgers before heading to the bar where Sheila worked.

By midnight, she was behind the counter, serving drinks as usual. The night seemed to be going well, a lively crowd, good vibes, nothing out of the ordinary. Around 3 a.m., however, the son of the mechanic and his girlfriend walked into the bar. They handed Sheila her car keys, explaining that her vehicle was ready earlier than expected and had been parked a couple of streets away. Sheila was thrilled by this unexpected good news. About an hour later, at around 4 a.m., Sheila's friends arrived at the bar. They ordered drinks, hung out for a while, and eventually decided to call it a night around 7 a.m.

They all agreed to head to a nearby spot to grab some food before going their separate ways. Sheila, not in the mood for alcohol, settled for a Coca-Cola. Knowing her car was parked a few streets away, two of her friends, Jose Manuel and Vivi, offered to drive her to it. The three got into Jose Manuel's car, drove to where she was. Sheila's car was parked, and watched as she got into her Pujo. Both cars traveled together for a short distance until they reached Caboales de Abajo, where they parted ways. Sheila headed toward the Colleta Pass, while her friends continued toward the Li Terriago's pass.

Before they separated, Jose Manuel noticed that one of Sheila's taillights wasn't working. Concerned, he sent her a text message, asking her to let him know once she'd arrived safely. The Caleda Pass was less than a ten-minute drive from the crossroads at Caboales. Sheila was very familiar with those roads, having driven them countless times. It should have been a quick and uneventful trip. But Sheila never made it home. Initially, her father wasn't overly concerned when Sheila didn't show up right away. He figured she might have decided to crash at her brother's house in Villablino, given

how late she'd finished work and the fact that she had been without her car for most of the weekend. But just to be sure, her mother called her brother to check. He said Sheila hadn't stayed at his place. When her parents tried calling Sheila directly, there was no answer. By now, it was Sunday morning, and the Barrero family was preparing for their usual Sunday gathering. Everyone, siblings, partners, parents, would come together for a big family meal.

But as the day went on, unease began to creep in. Something wasn't right. Elias Barrero, Sheila's older brother, had everything ready for the family gathering and was driving to their parents' house with his wife and daughter. On the way, he spotted a white car parked near a recreational area. It looked just like Sheila's Pujo. The car was parked neatly, with no signs of a struggle or disturbance, but there was no movement inside.

He couldn't stop at the time, so he continued to his parents' house, dropped off his wife and daughter, and immediately drove back to check on the car. What he found was chilling. Elias parked next to the Pujo and walked over to it. He knocked on the window, calling out to his sister. didn't respond. He opened the door and touched her, only to realize she had no pulse. Panicked, Elias flagged down the first car that passed by. Together with the other driver, they called emergency services. The civil guard received the call at 1.20 p.m. When the police

arrived, they immediately noticed that something was off about the scene. Sheila's airbag hadn't deployed, yet there was blood on her head. The passenger seat was soaked with blood, with splatters and a pool of it. Sheila was seated upright in the driver's seat, her feet not reaching the petals, her hands placed one on top of the other. Her head was tilted forward, and blood had dripped down onto her lap. Adding to the oddity was the weather that day. The area was experiencing heavy rain, strong winds, and high humidity. Concerned about preserving evidence, the authorities decided to move the car and Sheila's body to a more secure location. While this decision seemed logical at the time, it turned out to be a critical mistake. Relocating the scene risked altering crucial evidence,

and the repercussions of this choice would later become evident. Let's break down the two key aspects of this case, Sheila's body and the crime scene. First, Sheila's body. She was fully clothed, with her tight slightly torn, but no other signs of physical struggle. She had no bruises or defensive wounds, which indicated she hadn't fought off her attacker or hadn't had the chance to. Initially, investigators believed she'd been struck on the head with a blunt object, as there was blood around her head and on the passenger seat. This assumption led them to spend hours searching the area around the car for such an object, a rock, a hammer, a piece of wood. But they found nothing. It wasn't until later that they discovered Sheila had been shot. The weapon used was

highly unusual, a modified 6.35 millimeters caliber pistol. Originally designed as a blank firing gun, it had been altered to fire live rounds. The killer had placed the gun against the back of Sheila's head and pulled the trigger. The bullet traveled through her skull, exited near her eyebrow, ricocheted off the windshield, and landed on the car seat. This revelation shed new light on the case and showed just how calculated the killer had been. Second, the crime scene itself. Blood was found on the passenger seat, suggesting that Sheila's body had initially fallen in that direction. After discovering the gunshot wound, investigators searched the car for the bullet. Once they found it, they analyzed the gunpowder residue on both the bullet and Sheila's

body. This detail would later prove significant. The back seat of the car was damp, likely from someone entering the vehicle while wet from the rain. Sheila's driver's side window was slightly rolled down, but the area around it wasn't as wet. This suggested that Sheila had willingly rolled down her window to speak with someone she knew. Whoever it was had gotten into the back seat. Adding to the mystery was a scarf found in the back seat. Black with a crest featuring a flower, a book, a goat hanging from a harness, and the motto, Arts Why Honor, the scarf was later determined to contain DNA from both Sheila

and an unknown person. However, Sheila's family insisted that the scarf didn't belong to her. Additionally, a blue fiber was found on the scarf, which would become another piece of the puzzle. Finally, nothing appeared to be missing from the car. Sheila's wallet, money, ID, and phone were all intact. Even the two plane tickets for her upcoming trip to Tenerife with Teo were still in the glove compartment. This ruled out robbery as a motive. Based on these findings, investigators pieced together the following hypothesis, which remains

one of the leading theories to this day, the killer intercepted Sheila's car, and she recognized them. They pulled ahead of her and signaled her to stop. Sheila lowered her window, and because it was raining, the person entered her car, sitting in the back seat. At some point, an argument broke out, and the killer produced the modified pistol. From the back seat, they shot Sheila in the head. The bullet trajectory indicated that the gun had been pressed against her head when fired. Sheila's body slumped toward the passenger seat. The killer then exited the car, opened the driver's side door, and repositioned Sheila's body upright in the driver's seat. They placed her hands one on top of the other and ensured

she was seated properly. The killer then drove the car to the location where it was later found. After staging the scene, they left on foot, taking advantage of the fog, rain, and early morning darkness to avoid being seen. They likely returned to their own vehicle, which had been parked nearby, and drove away unnoticed. The motive for the crime remains unclear. Revenge has been suggested, but Sheila's friends and family insist she had no enemies. She was a hardworking, sociable, and kind-hearted young woman. Yet, someone clearly harbored enough hatred or resentment toward her to carry out this cold and calculated murder. The question remains, who could have wanted Sheila dead? Clearly, someone harbored resentment toward this young woman, and the

problem now was identifying who it was. From the very first day, the judicial police from the Villablino Civil Guard and the Asturius Command focused all their efforts on the case. The first step was to question all of Sheila Barrero's friends and almost every young person in Villablino. Gradually, the investigation expanded to include her work and family circle. Yet, nobody seemed to know anything about it. Everyone spoke highly of her, and everyone appeared to have solid alibis. Slowly, the circle grew wider, including testimonies from people who worked near the crime scene, miners, road maintenance workers, and taxi drivers.

In total, more than 600 interviews were conducted. The authorities even looked into the phone communications made near the crime scene, tracking incoming and outgoing calls, as well as locations. Initially, a couple of hunters reported seeing two cars near the area on the day of the events. The cars looked similar to Sheila's, and the hunters claimed the vehicles were together, with people arguing. But this story wasn't taken into account. Eventually, the list of suspects narrowed down to six individuals.

One of the primary suspects was, unsurprisingly, Sheila's boyfriend, Teo. They had a turbulent relationship, constantly breaking up and getting back together. They had just reconciled, and they were planning to go on a trip together. The communication between them should have been very fluid, but it was possible they had argued. On the Sunday afternoon in question, the couple had planned to meet, have coffee, and discussed the trip. The day before the incident, Sheila had called him on the phone. Due to suspicions, many people started to harass Teo, insulting him in the streets and

bothering his family. However, Teo had an alibi, at the time of the crime, he was at home with his parents and his brother, who could corroborate his whereabouts. Teo learned of Sheila's death around midday when a friend called to inform him. He immediately called his parents and went to the crime scene to see if he could help or find out what had happened to Sheila. From the very beginning, he became deeply involved, and his alibi was 100% solid. on the list of suspects were two of Sheila's friends, Jose Manuel and Bebe, the last two people

known to have seen her alive. But their phones placed them at home at the time of the crime. In fact, Jose Manuel had sent Sheila a message saying the rear light of her car was out and asking her to contact him when she got home. Another name in the investigation was Borja Vidal, known as Bo. The police were looking for anyone with a connection to Sheila, and it was revealed that they had been involved during one of the many breakups between Sheila and Teo. Sheila and Borja had spent three weekends together in October 2003.

However, according to Sheila's family and friends, she was still in love with Teo and wanted to reconcile with him. Despite their brief fling, Sheila and Borja's relationship didn't seem serious. Borja had a girlfriend who lived in Catalonia, so a lasting relationship between him and Sheila seemed unlikely. Nonetheless, it's worth noting that while nothing serious had occurred, there had been many phone calls between them, and whatever the nature of their relationship was. it ended badly. Sheila had plans to reunite with Teo, and they were going to Tenerife in January. The week before the crime, Borja went to a bar where Sheila was working, but she refused to serve him drinks and wouldn't speak to him.

He treated her very badly, insulted her, and made her cry. Sheila was not someone who cried easily. Apparently, Borja had an alibi as well. At the time of the crime, he was at home with his parents, and they confirmed his whereabouts. as with the other suspects, he was still tested for gunpowder residue. Borja was called into the station and fully cooperated with the investigation. Just before the test, he uttered the following words, I will test positive because I went hunting before the crime.

Borja stated that on January 17, he had gone hunting with his uncle in Li Terrigo's, which could explain the presence of gunpowder on his hands. When the tests were conducted, they confirmed that Borja had gunpowder residue on him. From here, the long struggle of Sheila's family to prove that Borja Vidal had murdered Sheila Barrero began. From the very beginning, Sheila's family was convinced that Borja was the one responsible. However, they needed proof, and over the years, many pieces of evidence surfaced, some after a year, some after more. Let's now gather all of it to give the case more context. The area where Sheila's body was found was frequented by hunters.

The fact that Borja had gunpowder on his hands made sense, but the real issue here is. is that not all guns leave the same residue. Every weapon is unique, and each one releases gunpowder particles in a specific way. The first report from the Civil Guard's criminalistics department, dated July 2004, stated that in Borja's case, the residues found were the result of the detonator's impact. The report explained that in Borja's right hand, there were particles of lead, antimony, barium, and tin, which matched the makeup of the weapon that killed Sheila. The Civil Guard explained that it was almost impossible to have tin particles on one's hands nine days after hunting, and this led to his arrest.

However, Borja had another explanation, he claimed that the tin could have transferred to his hands from handling ammunition that was in his house. His family were hunters, and they had guns and cartridges in their home. Still, this evidence alone wasn't enough to dismiss him as a suspect. In addition to the gunpowder residue, something else was discovered. Inside Sheila's car, they found a scarf with a blue fiber. When tests were conducted, it turned out that the blue fiber matched those found in Borja's jacket. Many people might think this could be a coincidence, that there are a thousand jackets with the

same fibers that could be found anywhere. However, once the jackets are sold, they are treated in different ways. People wash them with different detergents, use different fabric softeners, expose them to heat or cold, and the fibers from each jacket were down in unique ways. This meant that the blue fiber found in Sheila's car was almost identical to the fibers. from Borja's jacket. However, it was not possible to prove that the fiber was 100% his, nor could they prove that the scarf was his, as there was no DNA trace on it. After Sheila's murder, Borja continued to get into trouble. In May 2004, he and his friends were accused by a minor of accepting money in exchange for sexual favors. Another interesting detail was

that after the crime, Borja sought psychological help to treat anxiety and depression. He claimed that he couldn't sleep and that he was very stressed. At that time, he was not considered a suspect. When the police asked him about the stress, he explained that it was due to having failed his driving theory test six times. However, upon further investigation, it turned out that he had only failed the test twice, not six times. This information proved to be crucial. They also discovered that, despite not having a driver's license, Borja knew how to drive, and he was very familiar with the roads around the area. Several witnesses confirmed that Borja had driven alone many times.

He knew those roads like the back of his hand, and he also had a history with Sheila. This made Borja a perfect candidate for being considered a suspect. Everything about him seemed odd, and so, in the summer of 2004, the police arrested him. However, due to lack of evidence, they had to release him shortly after. The police had a lot of circumstantial evidence against him, but they couldn't place him at the crime scene. No fingerprints, no DNA, if he had killed Sheila, he had done it in such a way that no trace was left behind. The small amount of evidence he left behind was minimal. There were several factors that suggested Borja might not be the killer. For one,

there was no blood on his clothes. If he had killed Sheila and moved her body, there should have been at least a small amount of blood on him. Secondly, although there was gunpowder on his clothing and hands, there was no direct evidence linking him to the weapon that killed Sheila. The Civil Guard explained that the combination of metals found in the gunpowder was not exclusive to the weapon used in the crime but could also be found in hunting ammunition. Moreover, after searching his house and his grandfather's house, they found no trace of the weapon used in the crime. The small, modified pistol was nowhere to be found. However, at one point, Borja's grandfather had asked the police if they had found the small

pistol. This raised some alarm, but when the police asked him for clarification, the grandfather said he couldn't remember. This small detail seemed suspicious, but it didn't provide any concrete evidence. Another issue with Borja's alibi was that his family claimed they were home with him at the time of the crime, but this was inconsistent with what the neighbors reported. The Vidal family regularly went to another house to play golf every weekend, so it was strange that they would be at home that weekend. Still, there was no way to prove that they were lying. In May 2008, the Oviedo Provincial Court decided to temporarily suspend the case, citing insufficient evidence to maintain the accusation against Borja Vidal.

From that point on, Sheila's family went through a painful ordeal. They were convinced that Borja was guilty, but they had to keep fighting for justice. Over the years, new pieces of evidence emerged. In 2009, Sheila's mother, Julia Fernandez, camped outside the Oviedo courthouse, hoping to have the case reopened. Unfortunately, her efforts were unsuccessful, and it wasn't until 2015 that the Civil Guard was able to reopen the investigation, citing advancements in forensic technology that could provide new evidence.

Despite the new forensic techniques, Borja's defense lawyer, Pedro Gonzalez, maintained his innocence, claiming that nothing had changed since 2008 when the case was archived. In 2019, the investigative show Equipo de Investigation aired a special about the case. They decided to follow the lead to Borja, and with the help of course, criminal psychologist Vicente Garrido, they analyzed not just the crime scene, but also the mind of the murderer. The expert concluded that this person was familiar with the area, knew the streets, the roads, the weather patterns, and, of course, knew his victim. The killer likely wanted revenge and felt that murder was the only solution.

The case continues to unfold, with Sheila's family waiting for justice. With all the evidence pointing to Borja Vidal, many believe it's just a matter of time before he is held accountable for Sheila's death. The question now remains, will this case ever reach a final conclusion? Will justice finally be served for Sheila Barrero? On the night of October 31, 1981, an event unfolded that would forever haunt the town of Amarillo, Texas. It was Halloween, but unlike the typical American scene filled with children running door-to-door in costumes, this night was unusually quiet. At the convent of St. Francis, the silence was almost eerie. The nuns carried on with their evening prayers and retired to their rooms,

unaware of the horror that would come to light the next morning. The following day, as the nuns gathered in the dining hall for breakfast, one of them was noticeably absent, Sister Tadia bends. Sister Tadia was 76 years old, known for her strict adherence to the convent's routines. Her absence was alarming, so Sister Angela Martinez went to check on her. When she reached Sister Tadia's room, she noticed something odd, the door was closed. Sister Tadia, who had hearing difficulties, always left her door slightly ajar to hear the morning bell. Sister Angela hesitated but eventually opened the door.

What she found was horrifying. Sister Tadia lay on her bed, lifeless, naked, and showing clear signs of torture. She had been stabbed, beaten, and ultimately strangled. The scene was gruesome, and the convent was thrown into chaos. The police were called immediately. As they began their investigation, they discovered several pieces of evidence. A knife was found under the bed, and another near the main entrance. There were fingerprints on the walls, sheets, and even on the victim's body.

Hair samples, black and curly, were also recovered. Yet, despite this abundance of evidence, identifying the culprit proved to be a daunting task. DNA analysis was in its infancy in the 1980s, and the technology needed to solve this case swiftly didn't exist. But someone did, and the brutality of the crime left everyone in shock. Despite the challenges, the police quickly zeroed in on a suspect, 17-year-old Johnny Frank Garrett. The case against Johnny was tenuous at best, built on circumstantial evidence and the urgency to find a perpetrator.

Witnesses claimed to have seen someone resembling Johnny running away from the convent that night, although it was dark, and their accounts were uncertain. A knife found near the convent was said to be from the same set Johnny's family owned, it was a cheap and common brand found in many households. Lastly, the police alleged that fingerprints at the crime scene were, similar, to Johnny's, though the match was far from conclusive. Johnny's arrest on November 9, 1981, marked the beginning of a tragic and controversial saga. According to the police, Johnny confessed to the crime during his initial interrogation.

However, there was no written or signed confession to back this claim. When brought to trial, Johnny adamantly maintained his innocence. He repeated the same story, two nights before the murder, he had broken into the convent to steal, high on LSD, and overcome with fear. Finding nothing of value, he left through the same window he had entered. This account never wavered, but it fell on deaf ears. The prosecution's case hinged on shaky evidence and the testimony of a clairvoyant who claimed to have had a vision of the crime.

This psychic described the killer as a troubled teenager airing an Afro wig, a detail that seemed to point directly at Johnny. The police's reliance on such dubious testimony and circumstantial evidence raised questions, but the desire to close the case overshadowed these concerns. Johnny's defense team argued that there was no solid evidence linking him to the crime. He suffered from severe mental health issues, which had been exacerbated by a traumatic childhood. Born on December 24, 1963, in Oklahoma, Johnny's life was marked by neglect and abuse. His parents divorced when he was young, and his mother's second marriage brought further suffering.

Johnny's stepfather was abusive, subjecting him to physical and sexual violence. At just ten years old, Johnny was introduced to alcohol and drugs, which became an escape from his harsh reality. As a teenager, Johnny's struggles deepened. He dropped out of school, became addicted to inhalants and amphetamines, and engaged in petty theft to fund his habits. He was exploited and abused, forced into acts that no child should endure. Despite this, the jury was not presented with these mitigating factors.

Instead, they saw a troubled young man who, in the eyes of the prosecution, fit the profile of a murderer. The trial moved swiftly, and on January 6, 1992, Johnny's execution was scheduled. Public outcry was immediate. Human rights organizations, religious leaders, and ordinary citizens protested the decision, arguing that the evidence against Johnny was insufficient and that his execution would be a grave injustice. Even the governor of Texas at the time, and Richards, granted a 30-day reprieve to review the case. But the Board of Partons and Paroles upheld the death sentence, and on February 11, 1992, Johnny Frank Garrett was executed by lethal injection. Johnny's last words were a mix of defiance and heartbreak.

He proclaimed his innocence, stating, I would like to thank my family for loving me and taking care of me. The rest of the world can kiss my ever-loving ass because I'm innocent. His final meal was a simple one, a cup of ice cream. To his supporters, these moments underscored the tragedy of an innocent life taken too soon. After Johnny's execution, doubts about his guilt only grew. Evidence emerged linking another man, Leoncio Perez Rueda, to a similar crime in the same neighborhood. Months before Sister Tadia's murder, an elderly woman named Narnie Bryson was killed in a strikingly similar manner. She had been beaten, stabbed, and strangled, with her body left under a bloodstained sheet.

DNA evidence eventually tied Leoncio to this crime, and he confessed. Despite the parallels between the two cases, Texas authorities refused to reopen the investigation into Sister Tadia's murder. In 2004, new testing of the evidence from Sister Tadia's murder scene revealed a match to Leoncio Perez-Ruda's DNA. This finding cast a long shadow over Johnny's conviction and execution. In a documentary titled The Last Word, Leoncio himself admitted to killing and none around the same time as Narnie Bryson's murder. Yet, the state of Texas has never

formally acknowledged the possibility that Johnny was innocent. The injustice of Johnny's case is compounded by the eerie aftermath of his execution. Before his death, Johnny wrote a letter in which he expressed his belief that the world had wronged him. Some believe he cursed those responsible for his fate. Over the years, several individuals connected to Johnny's trial and execution met untimely deaths or suffered tragic misfortunes. The medical examiner who testified against him was later in prison for falsifying records, his wife died of cancer shortly thereafter. Johnny's defense attorney, who many felt had not adequately represented him, succumbed to pancreatic cancer. A journalist who had hounded Johnny's family died in a plain crash,

and even the judge and another attorney involved in the case were diagnosed with rare forms of leukemia. These coincidences fueled rumors of a curse, but the true tragedy lies in the systemic failures that led to Johnny's execution. His story is a stark reminder of the flaw. His story is a stark reminder of the in the justice system and the irreversible consequences of those flaws. To this day, the question remains, who truly killed Sister Tadia Benz. While the evidence points to Leoncio Perez Rueda, the state's refusal to revisit the case leaves the mystery unresolved. Johnny's case highlights the importance of due process, the dangers of rushing to judgment,

and the need for a justice system that values truth over expediency. His life, marked by unimaginable suffering, ended in a tragedy that should serve as a call to action. Whether or not you believe in curses, the legacy of Johnny Frank Garrett demands accountability, reflection, and change. According to the doctors, the case seemed clear. Taylor Van Deast's case was one of those situations that, at first glance, seemed simple and tragic. A young girl found at the edge of the train tracks, her phone on the opposite end. The injuries?

Severe, too severe for anything but a train accident, right? Well, not quite. Let's rewind and take a closer look at who Taylor was. was and how her story unfolded. Born on June 11, 1993, in Armstrong, British Columbia, Taylor was the kind of girl everyone loved. She was the light of her family, one of two daughters to Mary and Raymond Van Deist. She shared a special bond with her sister, Christy, they were best friends, inseparable in the truest sense of the word. If you saw one, chances were, the other wasn't far behind. Taylor had a lot of passions. Jazz music? She was all in.

video games. She was obsessed, especially with World of Warcraft. And when it came to movies and TV shows, she was a sucker for anything horror-related. Halloween was her absolute favorite holiday, hands down. Every year, she'd go all out decorating her room and helping her family make the house spooky. Costumes were a big deal, too. By 2011, at 18, she had her zombie outfit all planned out, inspired by her love for the Walking Dead. She knew that this would probably be her last year going out for trick or treating. Too old for this, she'd joke to her friends, but she wanted to make it a night to remember. So, at 5.50 p.m. on October 31st, she left her house. Her plan was to meet up with three friends, Colton, her boyfriend, and Zoe and Clayton,

their mutual friends. Taylor took her usual route, texting on her phone as she walked. By all accounts, everything seemed fine, until it wasn't. At 6.02 p.m., Colton received a strange text. text from Taylor. It read, Being Crypt, Here's the thing about Taylor, she wasn't the type to send sloppy messages. Even when texting, she took her time to make sure everything was clear and correct. So, when Colton saw this weird, out-of-character message, alarms went off in his head. He thought about it. Being crypt could mean a lot of things, but one interpretation stood out to him, I'm scared. Was she being chased? Mugged? Threatened? started to panic. He and the others waited for a bit, hoping Taylor would show up. When she

didn't, they called the police, explaining the strange text and emphasizing how responsible Taylor was, never late, never careless. But the cops didn't bite. It's Halloween, they said. She's probably out having fun, frustrated and scared, the group decided to take matters into their own hands. For two hours, they searched everywhere they could think of. Finally, near the train tracks, they spotted something chilling, Taylor's phone, lying abandoned. Terror gripped them as they called out her name. Splitting up, they scoured the area until, around 8.45 p.m., they found her. Taylor was lying face down near the tracks, her body bruised and battered. The scene was horrific. Her makeup, designed to make her look like a zombie, blurred with

real injuries. Bruises circled her neck as if someone had tried to strangle her. Her lips were split, her eyes were bloodshot from internal bleeding, and her head, God, her head, her skull was crushed, with a deep gash running across her forehead. But she wasn't gone yet. Somehow, Taylor was still alive, mumbling incoherently, trying to communicate. Her friends frantically called 911 as well as her parents, but deep down, they knew the chances were slim. An ambulance arrived quickly, followed by Taylor's mom. They rushed her to Vernon Jubilee Hospital, a 20-minute drive away. Dr. Michael Conkin took one look at her and knew the odds weren't good. Her pupils were unresponsive, her brain had suffered devastating damage. The night dragged on, filled

with unanswered questions and agonizing silence. The next morning, Taylor's heart stopped. A train accident? Not so fast. Initially, the explanation seemed straightforward, Taylor, distracted by her phone, wandered onto the tracks. The strange message. Probably an unfinished text cut short by the impact of a train. But as investigators dug deeper, things stopped adding up. Taylor's injuries didn't match a simple train accident. Sure, the trauma was severe, but there were signs of a struggle. Defensive wounds covered her hands and arms. And then there were the strangulation marks on her neck. Under her fingernails, they found something crucial, DNA that didn't belong to Taylor. This wasn't an accident. Someone had attacked her. Who could

have done this. The police turned their attention to Taylor's circle of friends and family. But everyone swore she didn't have enemies. Taylor was a homebody who spent most of her time gaming, watching shows, or hanging out with her close-knit group of friends. The idea of someone wanting to hurt her didn't make sense. Then they spoke to residents near the train tracks. Several reported hearing a girl screaming for help that night, but they'd assumed it was a Halloween prank. The investigation ramped up on November 3, 2011, when police held a press conference. They released photos of Taylor in her zombie costume, hoping someone would come forward with information. At this point, they didn't have a suspect, and the DNA evidence was still being

processed. Weeks passed with no breakthroughs. Then, in late November, they got a match. The DNA from Taylor's case matched evidence from an unsolved 2005 assault. Back in 2005, A woman walking home from work at a massage parlor had been attacked. The assailant beat her until she couldn't fight back, then fled, leaving behind his DNA. The DNA also provided a physical profile, a man of medium-billed, dark hair, and dark eyes, around 5 feet 9 inches. By 2011, he would have been in his mid-20s. With this new information, police created a composite sketch and distributed it widely.

Enter Matthew Forster. By December 2011, Tip started pouring in, many pointing to. a man named Matthew Forster, who lived in Chilawak, south of Armstrong. Over thirty people identified him as resembling the sketch. When police went to Matthew's apartment, he was gone. His landlord revealed that shortly after Taylor's death, Matthew had abruptly moved out, claiming he'd gotten a new job and couldn't wait for his security deposit refund. Suspicious, detectives turned to his family.

Matthew's father, Stephen Forster, insisted his son wasn't running from anything. He claimed Matthew had moved for a legitimate job opportunity. But investigators weren't buying it. They dug into Stevens' past and found a criminal record, including a history of evading law enforcement. Wiretapping Stephen's phone, they confirmed their suspicions. He was actively helping Matthew evade capture, providing him with a fake identity and instructions on how to stay hidden. By March 2012, police tracked Matthew to Collingwood, Ontario, where he was working at a glass

factory under the alias Dale Shawcross. On April 4, 2012, Matthew was arrested. The trial, Matthew's defense was a mess of conflicting stories. At first, he claimed Taylor's death was an accident, saying he had anger issues but never meant to kill her. He admitted to attacking her, describing how he struck her with a metal flashlight and strangled her with a shoelace. But when that didn't seem enough, he said he used a steel pipe to finish the job. Prosecutors had no trouble proving his guilt. DNA evidence linked him to Taylor's body, and her blood was found in his car. In 2014, Matthew was convicted of first-degree murder, sexual assault, and aggravated assault. He received a life sentence with no parole eligibility for 25 years. His father,

Stephen, was sentenced to three years for aiding his son's escape. A troubling pattern, during the trial, it emerged that Matthew's DNA had also been linked to a 2004 assault on a 19-year-old woman. The similarities were chilling, the masked attacker had broken into her home, beaten her unconscious, and assaulted her. Despite his history, Matthew appealed his conviction in 2014. In a second trial, he pleaded guilty to second-degree murder, reducing his parole eligibility to 17 years. If approved, he could be released as early as 2029. What do you think? Do you believe justice was served? The story of the Aeons family began in November 2011 when they moved into a small rented house on Caroline Street in Gary, Indiana.

The family consisted of Rosa Campbell, her daughter Latoya Aeons, and LaToya's three children, aged 12, 9, and 7. Not much is known about the children's father or why they moved to Gary, but it's clear that they had very little money. The neighborhood was quiet, with modest, one-story houses, some of which had basements. According to neighbors, the Aeons family was normal, they didn't cause any trouble and lived peacefully, at least at first. However, it wasn't long before strange things started happening in the house. Latoya, who had a job, reported one morning that when she was about to leave for work, she found the front yard swarming with large, noisy flies. This was unusual because flies tend to die off as the weather

cools. The situation escalated quickly as, after the flies, strange noises began coming from the house's basement. At first, Latoya and Rosa assumed the sounds were coming from the washing machine or dryer, but as time passed, they seemed more deliberate and almost human-like. The noises started with banging, then moving furniture, and eventually evolved into whispers, footsteps, and scratching noises that traveled across the walls of the house. As the events intensified, Latoya began going down to the basement to investigate, and the noises would stop when she did. But soon, the sound spread throughout the house, entering the bathrooms, bedrooms, hallways, and even the living room.

Some of the noises were so intense that doors would slam shut with a force that seemed unnatural. While they tried to come up with rational explanations, maybe the house had rats in the walls or poor insulation causing drafts, the situation got worse and the family could no longer ignore what was happening. On March 10, 2012, the family had some friends over for a casual visit. They ate, chatted, and played games, having a good time. But as night fell, the mood shifted. The atmosphere in the house turned heavy, and an eerie silence took over. Suddenly, one of Latoya's children began screaming in the middle of the night.

Latoya and Rosa rushed to her side, assuming the child was just having a nightmare. But what they saw shocked them. The child was floating above her bed. There are two versions of what happened next. The first version claims that the family immediately packed up and left for a hotel, but given their financial struggles, this seems unlikely. The second version, which seems more plausible, is that Latoya and Rosa began praying, and the child slowly floated back down to the bed. From this point on, things became uncontrollable, and the family sought help from supposed

experts in the supernatural. Latoya reached out to a couple who claimed to be psychics, and they visited the house to perform a cleansing ritual, convinced that there were bad energies there. However, upon arriving, the psychics detected the presence of 200 demons. The psychic Instructed Latoya to perform several rituals. First, she had to wash her children's hands with consecrated oil. Then, she had to burn sage and sulfur and let the smoke fill every room in the house. The third step involved setting up an altar in the basement. Finally, the most important step was to recite Psalm 91 aloud in every corner of the house. This psalm is quite long, but a small portion reads, Asterisk, because you have made the Lord your dwelling place,

the Most High, Who is my refuge, no evil shall be allowed to befall you, no plague come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways. Asterisk, after the ritual, things calmed down for a while, but before long, the demons returned with even more force than before. This time, they didn't just make noises, they went after the weakest members of the family, the children. La Toya reported that occasionally, the kids would speak in dead languages and walk backwards. One of her youngest children would often get out of bed in the middle of the night, approach the closet, and start talking to a child inside it.

When Latoya asked who he was talking to, he claimed it was the child of the closet, who spoke to him about what it was like to be dead and how he saw life from beyond. But the youngest child wasn't the only one who saw strange things in the house. The other children would often claim that a large, dark monster appeared at the door of their bedroom, watching them sleep. There were also disturbing physical changes in the children. Their eyes would appear sunken, their voices distorted, and their smiles would turn into something terrifying.

It was as though the children weren't themselves anymore, as if they were being controlled by the demons that inhabited the house. Soon, the children began waking up covered in bruises, bite marks, and scratches. But the scariest part was that they had no recollection of how these injuries appeared. They didn't remember falling, being bitten, or scratched. The marks were so severe that Latoya became afraid to take her children outside. She feared that if someone saw them, like a neighbor or a teacher, they might report her for child abuse.

So, Latoya took her children to the pediatrician, Dr. Geoffrey Oku, who had been practicing medicine for 20 years but had never encountered anything like this before. According to Dr. Oku's statement to the Indianapolis star, Latoya claimed that her family was being tormented by demons. She said that the demons were physically hurting her children, dragging them around the house, and moving furniture. Dr. Oku noticed several red flags. First, the children were covered in bruises, bites, and scratches, and they showed signs of extreme

exhaustion. Second, Latoya revealed that the children hadn't been attending school for weeks. And finally, Dr. Oku was alarmed by Latoya's behavior. She was hysterical, anxious, and frantic, while the children were too terrified to speak. After all of this, Dr. Oku concluded that Latoya was suffering from delusions and hallucinations. He wrote a detailed report and called social services. Within 24 hours, the authorities took custody of Latoya's children. Despite losing her children, Latoya and Rosa didn't give up.

They continued to fight to get their kids back. They even invited police officers to their home to witness the supernatural occurrences firsthand. Social services responded by sending a police team to Caroline Street to inspect the house. Officer Charles Austin, a 62-year-old cop, was part of the team. He later recalled in an interview that when they entered the house, they found a shrine with a Bible and a crucifix in every room. In the fridge, there was a drawing by one of the children depicting Jesus on the cross, but behind him were dark, demonic figures.

The officers were struck with fear. When they went down to the basement, their radio started malfunctioning. Instead of receiving the usual radio signals, they heard voices demanding they leave. The walls seemed to be speaking, and the teen could hear pounding, growls, and other eerie noises. The officers took pictures, but when they reviewed them later, most of the images had vanished, except for one. This photo showed a figure standing by a window, though no one was present at the time the photo was taken. Charles Austin later described the basement as feeling like a portal to hell. After leaving the house and getting into their patrol car, he noticed the car seat shaking violently by itself.

This unnerved the officers even more, prompting them to file a comprehensive report detailing the unexplained events. In the meantime, Latoya's children were sent to a hospital for psychological testing. During their stay, several nurses witnessed one of the children climbing the walls like a spider. This bizarre occurrence was witnessed by seven people, all of whom confirmed the event. Additionally, some nurses reported hearing scratching noises coming from the walls, despite the fact that there were no animals in the house. Religious expert were also brought in to examine the case. Father Maginot, a priest,

entered the house and began reading Bible verses. He soon felt a sharp pain in his stomach, as though he had been stabbed by an invisible force. Afterward, he returned to the house with holy water, incense, and salt, determined to cleanse it. Despite his efforts, the demonic presence remained, as if it had been invited by someone in the past. Father Maginot's suspected that an ex-boyfriend of Latoya

might have cast a curse on her, sending negative energy that affected the entire family. Father Maginot requested permission from his bishop to perform an exorcism on Latoya. This request was granted more quickly than expected. During the exorcism, Latoya began to exhibit symptoms of possession, including violent convulsions. At one point, Father Maginot held a crucifix to her forehead, and she responded with intense shaking. This convinced him that Latoya was the source of the demonic presence, and that the demons were using her body to attack her children.

After the exorcism, Latoya seemed to return to normal. She was given a crucifix and a rosary, but when she left the church, the rosary inexplicably broke into five pieces. This was taken as a warning. Latoya's children were eventually returned to her care, and they moved to a new home in Maryville, Indiana. The house on Caroline Street, however, was never the same. Some reports say it was occupied by another family, but others claim it was abandoned due to the

supernatural events. In 2014, paranormal investigator Zach, Begans, the host of ghost adventures, visited the Aeon's family. He and his team explored the house, using a variety of equipment to document the haunting. They encountered several unsettling occurrences, including objects being moved and strange sounds that could not be explained. The investigation received wide media attention and further confirmed the terrifying events that Latoya and her family had experienced. The haunting at the Aon's house remains one of the most terrifying and well-documented paranormal cases in the United States. The mystery of the Zodiac Killer, a twisted journey into fear. In the late 1960s and early 70s, the Zodiac Killer became one of the most infamous and terrifying figures in American history.

This wasn't just a story about murder, it was a story of mystery, mind games, and the chilling letters that mocked both the police and the public. The Zodiac case still haunts people today, and it all started one cold December night in 1968. The first murders, David and Betty, it was December 20th, 1968, in Vallejo, California. 17-year-old David Faraday had finally managed to convince 16-year-old Betty Lou Jensen to go out with him. The guy was over the moon. He put on his best outfit, borrowed his mom's rambler, and acted as their chauffeur for the evening. Their date was supposed to be simple, attend a Christmas conference. concert at Hogan High School. They planned to meet friends and enjoy an innocent night out.

But teenagers being teenagers, they decided to meet up earlier for a little alone time. They went to a friend's house, grabbed dinner at a diner, and then decided to take a drive along Lake Herman Road. By 10.15 p.m., David parked the car in an area known locally as a lover's lane. Everything was calm and quiet. Romantic, even. That is, until another car pulled up behind them. The driver of this mysterious car got out, walked up to David's side of the vehicle, and shone a flashlight right into their faces. Whether David and Betty tried to resist or were too stunned to react is unclear. What is clear is that their attacker opened fire without hesitation. David was shot first, collapsing against the steering wheel. Betty

panicked, bolting from the car, but she only made it about 30 feet before the killer caught up. Five bullets struck her from behind. The killer then walked back to his car, turned off his flashlight, and drove away into the night. This wasn't just a tragic murder, it was the start of one of America's bloodiest chapters. The police were stumped. No clues, no motives, no suspects. It wasn't a robbery, nor did it seem like a crime of passion. The case grew cold. Until six months later. The return, Michael and Darlene, on July 4, 1969, another couple, Michael Majoe, 19, and Darlene Farron, 22, were out for a date. They grabbed dinner, drove around for a while, and eventually ended up at Blue Rock Springs

Park. It was a peaceful, secluded spot, perfect for a quiet evening. Or so they thought. Suddenly, a car pulled up beside them. The driver sat there for a few minutes before driving off. Weird, but not alarming enough to leave. The couple went back to their conversation. Moments later, a different car, or perhaps the same one, parked behind them.

This time, the driver got out, carrying a flashlight and a gun. The attacker aimed the flashlight at their faces, blinding them, and opened fire. Both Michael and Darlene were hit multiple times. Darlene, seated in the driver's seat, bore the brunt of the attack. Michael, though seriously injured, survived and later described their assailant, a stocky white man in his late 20s or early 30s, around 5 feet 8 inches to 5 feet 9 inches, with light brown hair and glasses. Incredibly, the killer wasn't done.

As he walked back to his car, he heard Michael groaning in pain. He turned around, shone the flashlight again, and fired two more shots into each victim before leaving. Darlene succumbed to her injuries on the way to the hospital, but Michael survived. His description gave the police their first real lead. But the most chilling moment came later that night. At 12.40 a.m., the Vallejo Police Department received a phone call. The man on the line calmly confessed to the murders and even claimed responsibility for

the killings of David Faraday and Betty Lou Jensen the previous year. He hung up before they could trace the call. The taunting letters begin. On August 1, 1969, the killer officially introduced himself to the world. Three major newspapers, the Vallejo Times Herald, the San Francisco Chronicle, and the San Francisco examiner, received identical letters. Each letter included a cryptogram, which the writer claimed contained his identity. The tone was cocky, self-assured, and unnerving. He warned that if the papers didn't publish his letters, he would kill again. Naturally, the newspapers complied,

but not without skepticism. One editor even dared him to prove he was who he claimed to be. The response came quickly. On August 7th, another letter arrived, starting with the words, this is the Zodiac speaking. It was the first time the world heard the name that would become synonymous with terror. From then on, deciphering the Zodiac's cryptograms became an obsession for amateur codebreakers, law enforcement, and just about anyone who read the papers.

On August 8th, schoolteacher couple Betty and Donald Hardin cracked the code. The message was as chilling as it was bizarre. I like killing people because it is so much fun. It is more fun than hunting wild game in the forest because man is the most dangerous animal of all. The letter continued, claiming that all his victims would become his slaves in the afterlife. But despite his promise, the cryptogram didn't reveal his name.

The Zodiac was toying with everyone, and he loved it. The Lake Beriasa attack, on September 27, 1969, college students Brian Hartnell, 20, and Cecilia Shepard, 22, were enjoying a peaceful afternoon at Lake Beriazza. They set up a picnic by the water and were relaxing when Cecilia noticed a man lurking behind a tree. At first, they tried to ignore him. But then, the figure emerged. He was dressed in a bizarre outfit, a black executioner style hood with sunglasses and a circle-cross symbol on his chest. Armed with a gun, he approached them, claiming he was an escaped convict who needed their car to flee to Mexico.

To avoid confrontation, Brian and Cecilia cooperated, giving him the car keys. But the zodiac had other plans. He tied them up with plastic cords and, without warning, began stabbing them repeatedly. After the brutal attack, he walked back to Brian's car and used a marker to scrawl a chilling message on the door, the dates of his previous crimes, along with the current one. Then, he called the police to report the attack, once again confessing to his deeds. Brian survived, though gravely injured, but Cecilia succumbed to her wounds. The murder of Paul Stein, just two weeks later, on October 11, 1969, San Francisco cab driver Paul Stein picked up a fare. His passenger requested a ride to a specific intersection, but for reasons unknown, Paul stopped one block short.

That's when the passenger pulled out a gun and shot him in the head. The killer didn't flee immediately. He calmly took Paul's wallet, keys, and a piece of his bloodied shirt before strolling away. Witnesses, including several teenagers, saw him and gave a detailed description. The police even briefly stopped him as he walked away, but, due to a miscommunication about the suspect's description, let him go. The Zodiac later sent a piece of Paul's shirt to the San Francisco Chronicle as proof of his crime. In his letters, he taunted the police, boasting that they had been mere feet away from capturing him. A game of fear and clues, as his notoriety grew, the Zodiac became bolder.

He sent more letters, each one more menacing than the last. In one, he threatened to attack a school bus full of children. He included diagrams of homemade bombs and claimed he was keeping score, Me, 10, S-FPD, Zero. the public panicked. School buses were rerouted, parents escorted their children to and from school, and police patrols were ramped up. But the Zodiac didn't strike again, at least, not in a way that could be confirmed. He continued to send cryptograms, though.

In November 1969, he mailed a 340-character cipher that remains unsolved to this day. And in 1974, his final confirmed letter arrived, claiming responsibility for 37 murders. Whether this was true or simply another of his mind games remains a mystery. The suspects, over the years, thousands of suspects have been considered, but none have been definitively linked to the crimes. Some of the most notable include, Arthur Lee Allen, a troubled man with a history of violence and an obsession with ciphers. Many believe he was the zodiac, but there wasn't enough evidence to convict him.

Lawrence Kane, identified by several witnesses, including Kathleen Johns, a woman who survived the harrowing encounter with a man she believed to be the Zodiac. Richard Gikoski, a journalist whose handwriting and physical description matched the killer's profile. Despite numerous theories and endless speculation, the Zodiac's true identity remains unknown. The legacy, the Zodiac killer case isn't just a true crime story, it's a cultural phenomenon. From the cryptograms to the haunting letters and the sheer audacity of his taunts, the Zodiac remains one of the most enigmatic figures in criminal history. The case has inspired countless both. books, documentaries, and movies, each trying to unravel the mystery. Yet, the most chilling

aspect is the possibility that the Zodiac is still out there, watching as the world continues to obsess over his crimes. So, there you have it. The story of the Zodiac killer isn't just about a murderer. It's about the dark corners of the human mind, the craving for attention, and the fear that comes with not knowing who, or what, is lurking in the shadows. The story of Jorge H. Bowen is a curious and eerie tale, one that begins with a question, what to do with his body after his death. If he had been a man of no importance, perhaps he would have been discarded without thought. But Jorge wasn't just anyone, he was in Atherton.

And to dispose of his body in such a way would cause a great deal of trouble for everyone involved. This is where the story of his death and the haunting of the Atherton Mansion begins. It all started on January 29, 1815, with the birth of Faxon Atherton in Dam, Massachusetts. According to historical records, Faxon was born into a family with deep colonial roots in the United States. His family was well established, prosperous, and highly respected in their community. Though the specifics of their business are unclear, it's evident that they were quite successful and enjoyed high social standing.

However, Faxon wasn't content to follow the family tradition. By the time he was 15 years old, he decided to carve his own path. Instead of settling into the family's established business, he chose to get involved in shipping and trade, particularly transporting goods between Boston, Valparaiso, Chile, and Monterey, California. His decision proved fruitful, and by 1834, at the age of 19, Faxon Atherton had established a trading post in Valparaiso. There, he dealt not only in ships but also in goods like tallow, hides, and various other

commodities. Atherton was also known for his charming ways with women, often seen with a different lady each week. But in 1843, at 28 years old, something shifted. He decided it was time to settle down and married a woman named Dominica Dagoni. It's unclear whether their marriage was for love or convenience, but it seems to have been a combination of both. Dominica was from one of Valparaisos' most respected families, so by marrying her, facts and secured his position even further. Two years after their marriage, the Athertons moved to San Francisco, California, just as the gold rush was beginning to take hold. This was a pivotal moment for the family, as their wealth expanded exponentially. The Athertans became one of the wealthiest families

on the Pacific coast, amassing large tracts of land, making lucrative investments, and continuing their successful import-export business. They were so prosperous that in 1860, they acquired 640 acres of land and built a mansion they called Park of Valparaiso. They speculated on land, bought ranches, and built connections that ensured their financial success. The family grew, eventually having seven children, Maria, Alejandra, Elena, Amanda, Anna, Cretto, Francisco, Jorge H. Bowen, Eulogia, Isabel, and Francisco. These children went on to marry notable figures, merchants, landowners, and helped maintain the family's prestigious name and wealth. However, as the years went on, Fax and Atherton's reputation became tarnished. Despite being married and a father of seven, he couldn't curb his womanizing ways.

His public affairs began to cause scandal, and his wife, Dominica, began to suffer the consequences. In the eyes of society, if a man was unfaithful, his wife was often blamed for not being able to keep him in check. And so, Faxon's marriage became increasingly strained. His behavior did little to improve matters, particularly with his fourth child, Jorge H. Bowen, who had a rebellious streak of his own. Jorge H. Bowen was always a free spirit, someone who preferred to do things his way. He enjoyed the privileges that came with his family name but had little interest in the family

business. He lacked both the work ethic of his father and the strength of will his mother had. Although he didn't work, he did have one thing his siblings didn't, an intense romantic nature. At the age of 23, Jorge fell deeply in love with a woman named Gertrude Horn. Gertrude was beautiful, charming, and refined, but there were several obstacles to their romance. First, Gertrude was 15 years older than Jorge. While it wasn't uncommon for a man to marry a woman older than him, it was considered taboo if the roles were reversed. Second, Gertrude was a divorcee, which, at the time, was social taboo, particularly for women.

Her divorce in 1860 had been granted due to abuse, but society still saw her as tainted. Third, she wasn't Catholic, which was a significant issue for the Atherton family, who had strong religious values. When Jorge asked his parents for permission to marry Gertrude, they refused. To them, marrying a woman like Gertrude would mean losing their status and privileges. But Jorge was determined, and he asked Gertrude to elope with him. However, Gertrude was no fool. She told Jorge that she would only marry him if he could prove he could support her, if he found a job. At the time, Jorge had no interest in working. So, what did he do? Instead of proving himself, Jorge took an easier route, he set his sights on

Gertrude's daughter, Gertrude Franklin Horn, a beautiful 18-year-old who would go on to become a notable novelist. However, Gertrude Franklin wasn't exactly the ideal choice for the Athergans either. She was known for her strong personality and had been expelled from her aunt's home for insubordination. She wasn't the demure, obedient woman the Atherkins expected. Despite this, Jorge pursued her relentlessly, proposing to her six times. Finally, on Valentine's Day, 1876, after much persistence, Gertrude accepted, and they eloped the next day. As for Faxon and Dominica Atherton, their marriage was on the rocks. Faxon's infidelities became more scandalous, and his youngest son's rebellious nature did nothing

to ease the situation. Eventually, Faxon Atherton passed away on June 18, 1877. His widow, Dominica, decided to leave it all behind. She packed up her belongings, left the family home and commissioned the construction of a new mansion. This was no ordinary house. Built between 1881 and 1882, it was designed in a grand style, but when the first guests arrived, they were shocked by what they saw inside. Though the exterior was imposing, the interior was small, claustrophobic, and lacked the elegance one would expect. Dominica hired an architect named Charlie Tilden to fix the issues, and once the renovations were complete, she and her son, Jorge H. Bowen, moved into the mansion with Jorge's wife.

The tension within the house was palpable. Dominica was frustrated with her son, who refused to work or contribute to the family. Jorge's wife, Gertrude, was equally discontent. She didn't want to conform to the traditional role of a housewife, and her relationship with Jorge became strained. The pressure on Jorge increased, especially after they had two children. However, Jorge couldn't meet the demands placed on him. Instead, in 1887, he abandoned everything.

He left his wife and child and boarded a ship bound for Chile. In March of that year, he boarded the ship Pilko Mayo. After two weeks at sea, he began to complain of severe pain. The ship's doctor diagnosed him with kidney stones, and the only thing they could do was inject him with morphine to ease the pain. But eventually, Jorge's condition worsened, and he died. And so, the question arose once again, what should be done with his body? If he had been anyone else, his body would have been disposed of without a second thought.

But Jorge H. Bowen was in Atherton, and that meant the situation was far more complicated. The captain of the ship came up with a clever solution. Before Rigor Mordis set in, the crew stuffed Jorge's body into a barrel of rum. They sealed the barrel tightly and made a stop in Tahiti, where it was sent back to San Francisco. For three months, the barrel traveled across the seas. When it finally arrived in San Francisco on June 24, Gertrude was informed of her husband's death. Though she had abandoned him, the news still affected her.

But what truly shocked her was that Jorge's body had been sent back in a barrel of rum. The Atherton family, upon hearing of this, insisted the barrel be delivered directly to their home. After the barrel was delivered, Dominica and Gertrude went to a funeral home to arrange for a Christian burial. But when the women and children were away, the butler opened the barrel, not realizing its contents. He tried to pour out the rum but struggled. In his attempt, he opened the barrel, only to find Jorge's body inside. The butler's screams echoed through the streets for half

an hour, and he was so traumatized by the sight that he quit his job immediately. What followed was even more disturbing. After the barrel was discovered, strange occurrences began to happen in the Atherton mansion. The once warm and welcoming home turned into a place of fear and unease. The walls creaked and eerie noises, knocks, scratches, and footsteps, echoed through the hallways. At first, the women thought it was just their imagination, but soon, the events became undeniable. The doors would slam shut on their own, and the house became cold and oppressive. They were convinced that Jorge's spirit was haunting them, blaming them for his death. Unable to endure the haunting any longer, Dominica left for San Mateo, and Gertrude decided to travel the world and become a novelist.

But before she left, Dominica made one final request, Gertrude must give up custody of their daughter, Muriel. Gertrude, I never knew him to have a girlfriend or a partner. He was always alone, seemed normal, we would exchange good mornings and good afternoons, and we talked about improvements in the neighborhood when he was president of the Citizen Participation Council, but we never knew him to have a partner. It all started on Friday, May 14th of this same year in Mexico, around five in the morning, when Bruno Unhel Portillo, who was a police officer, said goodbye to his wife, Raina Gonzalez Amador, before going to work. Before leaving, she mentioned that she would go downtown during the day to buy supplies for her business since she worked in selling and repairing

mobile phones. Additionally, she said she would be accompanied by Andres Mendoza, a 72-year-old man nicknamed El Chino. The family was quite fond of him, as he had been a friend of the family for about three years. He was an older, tired, lonely man, and this family supported him by bringing him food, going for walks with him, helping him out, and he, in turn, also helped them. For this reason, Raina decided to meet up with this man so he could help her carry the materials. They would go together to pick up supplies, he would help her carry them to the store, and then they would part ways. Hours passed, and around 8 p.m., Bruno returned home and did not find his wife. His two daughters, aged nine and five, were alone, and this was not normal.

He grabbed his phone and called Raina, but it immediately went to voicemail. He went out into the street to look for her, checked her store, asked people around, and absolutely no one knew anything about her. At 11 p.m., he went to Andresa's house, located on Margarita's street in the Lomas de San Miguel neighborhood in Tizipan de Zaragoza. At this point, two versions of events emerge. The first version says Andres did not open the door, rather, one of his tenants did. This elderly man rented out various rooms, which were occupied at the time. A tenant answered Bruno and told him that Andres was asleep and that if he wanted to talk to him, he should come back the next morning. Bruno went home to rest and returned

at 8.30 the next day to ring the bell. The second version, which seems to be the most repeated by the media, says that Andres himself received him and told him that he had not seen Raina all day. Whichever version is true, we know that Bruno did not stand still. That very night he went to the police station and filed a report. Bruno did not trust Andres, he knew perfectly well that his wife had been with him that day, and as a police officer, he began an investigation. Again, there are contradictions. Some sources say that Bruno tracked his wife's phone and saw that it was located at Andresa's house, others say he simply followed his intuition. Either way, what happened next was the following. On the night of Saturday, May 15th, Bruno returned to

Andres' house. This time he demanded to be let in, saying he knew Raina was there, that she had never left. Andrace allowed him in, saying he would find nothing there. Bruno searched every corner and initially saw nothing strange. But when he reached the man's room, he noticed a small small door leading down to a basement. When he entered that place, he found his wife's lifeless body. It is said that the body was dismembered and placed on a table, and that the scene was horrific. From the surveillance cameras on Margarita Street, we know that around 10.30 p.m. there were two patrol cars and an ambulance. We also know that Andres tried to escape, but the officers were quicker. Up to this point, it appeared to be a murder, and the victim

was Raina Gonzalez Amador, 34 years old. She had fully trusted her attacker and, at some point, went to his house where she was attacked by surprise. Unfortunately, inside the home, the police found very striking details. They found clothing, shoes, nail polish, makeup, purses, three voter IDs, 12 phones, 12 SIM cards, and then things started to get darker. Multiple human remains were also found. Reporter Carlos Jimenez posted the following on Twitter, the Edemex Prosecutor's Office found at least 20 videotapes with recordings of the murders committed by Andres N, in his house in Tizipan de Zaragoza. They found dismembered female bodies, skulls, complete scalps, and cutting tools. In another tweet, he emphasized, buried hands, flayed faces, dismembered bodies on tables and chairs,

that's how the Mexicans Prosecutor's Office found the remains of women murdered by Andres N, in that house in Etisipan. He had been killing women and dismembering them in that house for at least 20 years. All this was terrible, but the worst part was not what this man did but the process he followed to commit his crimes. He kept a small notebook where he wrote down everything, the victim's name, surname, address, date and time of death, and how much each part of the body weighed. If this seems like enough, he also took photographs of the lifeless bodies with a Polaroid camera. Then he would set up a tripod, mount a camera, and record himself dismembering the bodies. According to reporter Carlos Jimenez, 29 videotapes and one VHS tape have been found.

The criminal documented the entire process, notes, photographs, and videos. It was horrifying. So much was found in that house that searched dogs. were brought in. They indicated several areas where experts needed to dig because there seemed to be human remains buried underground. Today, there are about 20 specialists working at that house. According to Dilcia Garcia, prosecutor for gender crimes in the state of Mexico, the excavation at Andres NS residents is being carried out in three phases, following a very methodical process respected by the forensic services coordination. Phase one covers the excavation of

the patio and kitchen area, about 20 square meters. Phase two covers the main room and basement, about 30 square meters. Phase three covers another patio area and two bathrooms, totaling about 68 square meters. Between May 18th and May 26th, around 2,000 bone fragments were found under various rooms. Approximately 2,000 bone fragments beneath Andres Mendoza's house. According to various programs, he had been killing women for over two decades without anyone suspecting a thing. Andres Mendoza went completely unnoticed. It is now time to learn a bit more about this individual. Andres Philomena Mendoza Celis was born in Waxaca, Mexico, on November 29, 1947. About his personal life, we know very little. We only know he has a sister living in

Oaxaca, who so far has not come forward, has not spoken to the media, and has remained completely absent. In the 1980s, Andres moved to Tizipan de Zaragoza, Mexico. He never drew negative attention, there were no police reports or criminal records. He seemed to be invisible. According to reporter Carlos Jimenez, the only documents about him are four driver's licenses, a voter ID, and a property transaction for his house on Margarita Street. Around 12 years ago, Andres owned a butcher shop. When he closed it, he occasionally sold meat to his neighbors, claiming it was brought from Wahaka.

It was meat he had prepared with salt himself, and because they trusted him so much, many neighbors bought it without hesitation, a fact that would resurface later. Andres was well liked in his neighborhood. He was an elderly man with a fragile appearance, friendly and cheerful, but he was not a recluse. Even though he lived alone, he interacted with many people. In 2015, he served as president of the Citizen Participation Council in his neighborhood. He was not exactly hiding. I never knew him to have a girlfriend or a partner.

He was always alone, seemed normal, we would exchange good mornings and good afternoons, and we talked about improvements in the neighborhood when he was president of the Citizen Participation Council, but we never knew him to have a partner. According to the Portalacota.com, earlier this year, the municipality where he lived published a list of 100 people who benefited or received some kind of public support. Among them was Andres Mendoza, who in 2019 received 600 pesos. Currently, he was part of the campaign team for Pedro Villegas, a candidate for municipal president from the PanPRI-PRD Coalition.

However, I must clarify something. Hours after Andresa's arrest, Rodriguez-Vegas's campaign team released a statement on social media denying this. Today, and in various media outlets and social networks, totally false information was published regarding Andresen, being part of the campaign team of the candidate for the coalition. Let's go for the state of Mexico for the municipal presidency of Atisipan de Zaragoza. We want to clarify that this campaign is open to the entire population, and in this particular case, Andresen, is seen. simply a citizen who, like many others, approached us to learn about our proposals. To be continued. Regarding the fact that Andres Neney is part of the campaign team for the candidate from the

coalition, let's go for the state of Mexico, for the municipal presidency of Atisipan de Zaragoza, we want to point out that this campaign is aimed at the entire population. In this particular case, Andres Nene is a citizen who, like many others, approached us to learn about our proposals. He liked politics and participating in campaigns, but at the same time, according to some sources, he loved drinking in different bars. He did not cause problems, he did not generate conflicts, and generally seemed quite harmless. It is horrifying, we never imagined he was a murderer.

How could we have known? We were more worried about thieves. However, on May 15th of this same year, it was discovered that this 72-year-old man had a dark side after the body of Raina Gonzalez was found at his house. Other evidence was also found, evidence indicating that over more than 20 years this man had taken the lives of many women, young and beautiful women who were seeking a better future. I don't deny it. I blame myself too. All I want is to tell the truth. I've done it, so that's it. There is the husband, one never knows the consequences that may happen. When he was arrested, he did not

cry when recounting what he had done, he did not cry for any of his victims, but he did cry when he was told he would not leave prison. He detailed that he chose his victims because they were beautiful, and when they rejected him, he opted to kill them. The man kept a record of his victims in a notebook, noting their names, surnames, addresses, the date and time of their deaths, and also how much each part of their bodies weighed. One of the oldest entries was dated October 17, 1994, but the media have not yet revealed the name of that particular victim. We now know he met them in bars, he was fond of bars, and would go from bar to bars seeking victims. He would approach them, earn their trust, and after getting to know them a bit, he would offer what he thought might interest them, renting them a room, giving them a better job, a better salary. And these women, pitying the poor old man, would go to his house, and once there, they were murdered. Evidently, dealing with economic problems or bad jobs, anyone would trust him. He was a feeble old man, very kind, very friendly, very approachable, and these women ended up

agreeing, going to his house, talking to him, and in a moment of carelessness, he would pull out a knife, cut their throats, and kill them. After they died, he would take them to the basement and dismember their bodies. Sources particularly note that he would skin them and scalp them, supposedly to preserve their beauty. As I said earlier, the whole process was recorded in photos and videos. After his arrest, the man claimed to have killed four women, but inside his house, three ID cards were found that did not belong to any of those women. Thus, initially, seven deaths were confirmed, supposedly the following. The first would be Norma Jimenez-Carrion, reported missing on August 6, 2011, specifically in the municipality of Clon,

Pontla, Estado de Mexico. According to her missing persons file, Norma worked at a bar called El Baragon, and the last time she spoke with her family was at 10.15 p.m., she told them she was heading home but sadly never arrived. The next victim was Veronese Sanchez-Overa, but we have no missing persons file for her. We know she worked at a bar called El Marinero and was last seen in 2011. Third, we have two victims without photos or surnames, Anna Linney and Gardinia. Both disappeared in 2012 and both worked at El Barragon Bar. The next victim was Flore Viscano Mejia, 38 years old, mother of two girls, doing everything she could to support them. We know she disappeared on October 16, 2016, specifically in the Tejabane's neighborhood in Thlaunipantla. The next

victim was Rubicilla Gallegos Castillo, who disappeared on July 20, 2019, at the age of 32. She was originally from Montere, Nuevo Leon, and had moved to Estado de Mexico seeking a better life for herself and her five-year-old son. She wanted to study petrochemicals and to pay for her studies and support her son, she worked at a bar and delivered food through Uber Eats. The last known victim was Raina Gonzalez Amador, 34 years old, who had a small business selling in repairing cell phones. She was reserved, kind, friendly, and over three years, Andrace gained her trust, lured her to his house with an excuse, and once there, attacked and killed her in a moment of carelessness. The case is full of sensationalism, and the image

of some victims, including Raina Gonzalez, has been tarnished. Some online sources falsely claimed Raina was Andres lover and cheated on her husband, but her family has denied this many times. Raina never had anything with Andres. They got along well and were friends, but nothing more. My daughters can't watch TV because they say she had an extramarital relationship, which is not true. I don't know if he made it up, but we considered him a friend of the family. The same happened with other victims, they were given nicknames, alleged to be Andres partners, but as of now, we know none of them dated Andrace, none were his partners, they were all deceit. Due to the massive media coverage, many families have gone to the police to give their DNA.

Many families have been searching for missing women for years, mothers, sisters, friends, women that the justice system never searched for and who may unfortunately be additional victims of Andres Mendoza. Among the names under consideration are Marno Mares and her seven-year-old son Edgar. Mother and son disappeared on December 24, 2016, and coincidentally the the last person to see them was Andres Mendoza. Maria was a single mother selling candy to survive. She stored her stand at Andres' house and trusted him greatly.

He offered to help her move her stand to a supposedly profitable location. They discussed it, it seemed positive, and suddenly Maria and her son disappeared. After asking around, Maria's sister Matilda Maris questioned Andres, who admitted he was the last to see them. They filed the report together, but no one interrogated Andres. No one investigated him. He went to the prosecutor, confirmed he had seen her, and that was it. I did not suspect him because he was a respected figure in the neighborhood. Another possible victim is a woman named Martha Andrade Dorontes, 24 years old.

In exchange for cleaning offices at the Citizen Participation Council, Andres helped her, giving her food. But she disappeared suddenly and was never seen again. My sister had contact with him because he provided groceries sometimes and offered her a cleaning job. On December 2nd, 2017, this woman left her home in Lomas de San Miguel, supposedly heading to Colonia del Campanario. Her 15-year-old son called her three times. The first time she didn't answer, the second she did and said she was near Villas de la Hacienda, and the third went straight to voicemail.

And again, the police did absolutely nothing. They did not investigate, and no one suspected Andres Mendoza. Soon, the entire neighborhood panicked, not only because he was trusted, but because we are talking about horrific crimes. He would lure his victims, kill them when careless, and then dismember their bodies. And here comes another grisly part, as I told you before, this man had been a butcher. After his business closed, he started receiving meat from Wahaka, salting it at home and selling it. Neighbors bought this meat, and after learning what he had done, many went to the police, claiming that perhaps the meat they bought was an animal meat but human flesh.

This has become the most recent controversy around the case. At the moment, it cannot be proven. It is only neighbor's claims. But if true, it would mean that without even knowing, many people helped him dispose of of his victims. Everything I have told you has appeared on TV, radio, newspapers, magazines, and obviously has reached every corner, including prison. When everything came to light, a judge ordered pretrial detention for Andres Filamano. He was immediately sent to the Bariento's prison. There, several inmates organized to kill him. But the prison director was faster,

and on the night of May 20th, Andres was transferred to the Tenango del Valle prison. supposedly more secure. His first hearing was Thursday, May 20th, 2021, at the Criminal Court of Barientos. During the hearing, a three-month period was set for complementary investigation and preventive detention. Initially, only one crime was imputed to him, but with all the evidence, it was impossible. There were approximately 2,000 bone fragments in his house, possibly more. We do not know how many victims he had, whether there are other houses involved, whether he had accomplices. Everything points to him acting alone, but nothing is certain yet. Another interesting detail is that if you watch documentaries by major Mexican networks here on YouTube,

you will see many people commenting that they have been harassed by Andres Mendoza. Girls say they were harassed on public transport, a mother said he stared at her strangely, and there are several articles with anonymous testimonies claiming the same, that their sisters felt uncomfortable with him, that he invited them to his house without reason, that he was too friendly, and that there was something sinister in his gaze. However, once again, we do not know 100% if these stories are true or fabricated, but they are still worth considering. Now it's your turn, what do you think about the case?

Do you think what people say could be true? The end. A specialist said that this young man needed treatment and that he had to be treated because he was dangerous. However, the family did not want to listen and simply let time pass. We begin the night of Saturday, June 13, 1981. A taxi driver picked up an Asian man at number 10 on Rue Langong in Paris. It was very dark, and the man was carrying two heavy suitcases, so the driver helped him put them in the trunk and then asked where he was going, assuming it was the airport or a bus stop. But then the man told him he wanted to go to the Bois de Boulogne.

This request was very strange, but still, the driver did not object and took him directly to his destination. Once there, the passenger paid and then politely said goodbye. From here, we have the testimony of the people who saw what happened. This Asian man dragged the suitcases to a lake, and once there, he tried to throw them in, but unfortunately, they were too heavy. So, he lay down on a bench and closed his eyes. Minutes passed, and passers-by began asking themselves what this man was doing, why he was

sleeping on a bench, and what was in the suitcases. Two people approached and tried to open them, and when they did, they discovered human remains inside. They immediately started shouting, and the mysterious man, realizing this, stood up and ran away. This is when the sinister case of the cannibal began. Music. Isay Sagawa was born on April 26, 1949, in Kobe, Japan, as the eldest of two children in a wealthy family. His father was Kira Sagawa, who became the president of the Japanese company Corita Water Industries.

According to various sources, Isay was a premature child and almost died. He had very fragile health, and because of this, his parents overly protected him. His growth was slower than normal, and his physical appearance. made him very self-conscious. He was short, and his skull was much larger than usual. No one saw him as an older brother, and he was so small that many thought his younger brother was his twin. In fact, even as an adult, he didn't exceed 1.50 meters in height. According to later writings, his brother had a very strange game with his uncle, who used to tie them up, put them in a pot, and pretend he was going to eat them. This game traumatized

to the point where he constantly had nightmares in which several people would cook him and eat him. Another interesting point is that Isay was a very good student, but unfortunately, talking to girls was not his strong point. He had very low self-esteem and was unable to do it. However, he liked to imagine that he was talking to girls, that he had a girlfriend, and especially, that his girlfriend was Western, a tall, blonde woman with light eyes. He particularly liked to imagine that he was eating this woman, literally biting her flesh and feeding on her. At first, it was a simple desire, a simple childhood dream, but over the years, this idea became darker and darker. In the late 70s, he studied English literature at Waco University in Tokyo and began devouring

books whose characters were cannibals. According to the avant-garde, he was very interested in the Aztecs because, according to their imperial cult, they devoured the hearts of their enemies. He believed that by eating their hearts, they would gain strength and courage, and in Isay's mind, this made a lot of sense. He justified his desires with the history of humanity, and at the age of 22, he became completely obsessed with a Dutch exchange student. According to some sources, this girl was a teacher, and according to others, she was a student, but either way, they did not know each other.

They never spoke, were not friends, and had no common interests. They only knew each other by sight, but Isay was completely obsessed with this woman. She was tall, blonde, with light eyes, of German descent, his type to the letter. So he decided she would become his first victim. They lived in the same neighborhood, so he studied her routines, where she lived, exactly which window was hers, what time she left, what time she came back, and with all the information gathered, one night, he decided to sneak through her window and jump into her room. The man carried with him a Frankenstein mask and an umbrella.

The mask was to avoid being identified, and the umbrella was a weapon, a weapon he thought would be very effective. In the middle of the night, when the girl was asleep, he opened her window, entered her room, and made the terrible mistake of brushing his body against hers, which caused the young woman to wake up and start screaming. Isay didn't know what to do and simply tried to escape, but unfortunately for him, the girl was taller and stronger, and in the middle of a struggle, she grabbed his arm and called the police. This is when something terrible happened, the girl wanted to report him for attempted

rape, and she went to the police station to file a complaint. But before doing so, Akira Sagawa, Yasei's father, decided to pay for her silence. It is not exactly known how much money he paid her, but it is clear that it was a lot. Akira Sagua prevented his son from going to prison, but still, he sent him to a psychiatrist, who confirmed that the young man was dangerous, lacked empathy, had no remorse, and also wanted to eat human flesh. One specialist said that this young man needed treatment, that he had to be treated because he was dangerous. However, the family did not want to listen and simply let time pass. From here, his fantasies became reality.

Thanks to the services of several prostitutes, he would place a knife blade on their throats and pretend to kill them. Then he would let them do the same to him, but those women didn't interest him. He simply played a macabre game with them. It was the first step toward something inevitable. Time passed, and Isay asked his parents to let him study in Paris, specifically at the prestigious Sorbonne University. Once again, they funded his project, believing that when he returned to Japan, he would work with his father, have a good job, and be a worthy successor. But the young man had other plans, and among them was to eat a woman. Upon arriving in Paris, he bought a point-22-caliber rifle for protection, and from there, he started studying. He went to class,

did his homework, got good grades, but halfway through the course, a 25-year-old Dutch student named René Hartavelt joined. This girl spoke four languages, was outgoing, friendly, and was the only one among his classmates who dared to talk to Eise. She was understanding, very close, and affectionate. As soon as he met her, Isay began writing a journal, a journal in which he wrote things like, she enrolled halfway through the year in our comparative literature course. Since the first day, I've sat next to her, never stopping to think for a second about the whiteness of her arm. I've asked her to teach me Dutch or German. Here's the interesting truth reduced infinitesimally limited to the domain of my words.

She accepts without a doubt, and the fact that she is the only one I talk to amuses her. She does not hide her surprise at my intelligence. She doesn't pretend or disguise it like the rest. We walk together without stopping, talking non-stop, bordering a forest as delightful, as irresistible as she herself. The obsession was so intense that he would take pictures of her and write poems about her, about her eyes, her hair, her beauty, but unfortunately, Renee had not. no idea about this. One evening, René invited him to dinner with other university friends, and there, Isay made up his mind. The evening was wonderful, and Renee was so special and charming

that he decided that he could no longer stand it. He had to kill her and eat her flesh to show how much he loved her. That night, he wrote her an invitation asking her to come to his apartment on Thursday, June 11, 1981, to work on a class project. The truth was that, E. Say wanted her to read a poem in German, which was about cannibalism, but unfortunately, he didn't understand the language. So he asked René to come to his apartment and read it for him. The idea was simple, she would read the poem, and E. Say would record it. The girl accepted the invitation, and on Thursday, June 11, 1981, René Hartavelt went to number 10 Roulaing in Paris. She entered the door, and Eise had made dinner, Asian food.

They ate quietly, conversing, and after dinner, she stood up from the table and went to the desk. Isay turned on the recorder, and after commenting on a few things, Renee began reading. That's when Isay, in a moment of carelessness, grabbed his point two-two caliber rifle and shot the girl in the neck. The next events are horrible and difficult to explain, so I will try to summarize them as best as possible. Isay grabbed a knife and cut one of her buttocks, but unfortunately, he didn't expect there to be so much fat. He thought there would be red meat right away, and he also thought it would be easy to cut, but it wasn't. So he put the knife down and tried to tear it apart using his fingers. After testing the meat, Isay had sexual relations with Renee's body and spent

48 hours with the corpse, trying to eat various parts of the body like her legs, eyes, thighs, and breasts. He was able to take notes on which body parts were tastier and which were inedible, and he also took many photographs. On the night of June 13th, he decided that he could no longer keep the body at home, so he put the parts he could eat in the fridge and the ones he couldn't in suitcases. He then called a taxi company and arranged for a vehicle to pick him up at his house. The taxi arrived, and he put the suitcases in the trunk, asking the driver to take him directly to the Bois de Boulogne. He arrived at his destination, got out of the vehicle, dragged the suitcases, and tried to throw them into a lake, but unfortunately, they were too

heavy, so he left them on the shore and lay down on a bench. As the minutes passed, he fell asleep, and a scream woke him up. Two people had touched the suitcases and discovered that there was a body inside. Isay Sagua got up and fled the scene. The next morning, June 14th, 1981, the press picked up the story, and all the witnesses went to the police station to tell what they saw, people who had been walking by, people who were eating nearby, those who looked at the suitcase, and all of them described an Asian man about 1.50 meters tall. But the most important witness was the taxi driver, who gave the police the exact address of the man, number 10 Rulangong. At that point, something very important happened, the police

went to the address, arrested the man, and then searched his home. They found all the evidence, human meat in the fridge, cooked human flesh, photographs, notes, a voice recording, everything was in that house. Furthermore, they had Ease's confession, in which he explained everything in detail, showing no remorse for what he had done. He told the story as if it were fascinating, as if it were something incredible and wonderful, and he repeatedly said he would do it again. The man was sent to a French maximum security prison, and while there, for a year and a half, he underwent psychological exams. These exams revealed the following. He was emotionally distant, devoid of human emotions, felt no remorse, and enjoyed remembering

every moment of the crime. He wasn't aware of the harm he caused because, essentially, he didn't feel empathy. Therefore, he couldn't be judged. He was sent to the Paul Giroux psychiatric hospital in Paris. As the months passed, Isay Sagawa became very ill, experiencing stomach discomfort. Doctors couldn't figure out what was wrong. Some said it was just intestinal inflammation, while others believed it was more serious, advanced encephalitis, and that he had only a few weeks left to live. That's when Akira Sagawa, Isay's father, decided to hire a prestigious lawyer, Philip LBG, who managed to get Isay transferred back to Japan. The lawyer had contacts in the government, the Ministry of Health, the Ministry of the Interior, and through these connections,

he arranged for Isay's return to Japan, but with two conditions, he could not return to France, and he had to go to a psychiatric hospital. Both conditions were met perfectly. After 34 months in prison in France, Isay returned to Tokyo and was admitted to Matsu Agua Hospital. Here, doctors found that his condition wasn't serious, and therefore he didn't need treatment. For 18 months, Isay was monitored and received medical follow-ups, but then he was released from the hospital. He changed his name and continued with his life as if nothing had happened. To this day, this criminal lives very peacefully, alone, on the outskirts of Tokyo, with a different identity. After what he did, he became a celebrity in Japan, publishing several books of

his crime. His first book was a bestseller, and he appeared in ads, debates, programs, and documentaries. He was even dubbed the godfather of cannibalism. Not content with this, Isay Sagawa became an adult film producer, making movies where he had relations with Western women, women who were very similar to the deceased Renee, tall, slender, with clear eyes. It is important to note that he has no medical or police follow-up to this day. He still shows no remorse and openly admits that he continues to fantasize about eating human flesh. He still wants to eat beautiful women. So now it's your turn. What do you think about this case? Do you believe it's fair that this man is free on the streets? The end. Not true. Me? You? How dare you?

You want an attorney and you want me? Gee, okay. That we can do. And unfortunately, we can't talk to you again. Good luck. We begin. On Friday, June 12, 2009, Norby and Judy Whit returned home after spending two months traveling all over the United States with their new RV. They had finally retired, and it was time to enjoy life together. However, two days later, specifically on Monday morning, the phone rang. Judy Whit answered and found that it was the boss of one of her daughters, Joan.

aged 47. Apparently, her daughter had not shown up for work the previous Friday, and that morning it seemed history was repeating itself. Naturally, Norby and Judy promised to call the police, but the man told them he had already done so, and that Jones' entire street had been cordoned off. The couple jumped into their car and drove straight to their daughter's home. But as soon as they arrived and identified themselves as her parents, the police gave them terrible news. Joan was dead in her bed, stabbed 20 times throughout her body, and her 14-year-old daughter Tyler was nowhere to be found. The house showed no signs of a robbery, but Tyler's room was completely ransacked.

So the question was, had Tyler been kidnapped after her mother's murder, or did she have something to do with the crime? Joan Marie Witt was born on January 25, 1962, in Santa Clara County, California, as one of the daughters of Norby and Judy Witt. She had always been a determined, strong, and resilient woman. Unfortunately, at one point, Joan became pregnant by someone who had no intention of becoming a father. Anyone else in her situation might have fallen apart, but Joan was different. She held her head high and moved forward. Roxanne, Joan's best friend, said that in 1995, Joan gave birth to her only daughter, Tyler.

According to several witnesses, the mother-daughter relationship was practically ideal. They had a very special bond, and for Joan, Tyler was her entire world. She was both mother and father to her, working hard to support her. However, when Tyler turned five, this loving relationship broke down. One day, after picking her up from kindergarten, Joan strapped Tyler into the car seat, closed the door, sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. During the drive home, Tyler was screaming for candy, asking to go to the park, kicking and crying. Joan tried everything to calm her down but couldn't. Eventually, she lost her temper, turned around, and slapped her

across the face. Instantly, Joan felt horrible. But from that moment on, Tyler stopped screaming, stopped kicking, stopped whining. She behaved perfectly for the rest of the day. So Joan acted as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, the next morning, when Joan took Tyler to school, the teachers noticed the redness on the child's cheek, and that one of Joan's hands was also red. They immediately called social services.

Within hours, Tyler was taken to a children's shelter. For an entire month, no one was allowed to see the girl. After that, custody was given to her grandparents, Norby and Judy Witt. Meanwhile, Joan was required to attend various courses, anger management, parenting classes, and once she completed them, Tyler returned home. But sadly, their relationship would never be the same again. During her time away from her mother, Tyler learned that she held the power. She knew that if she told the police her mother had laid a hand on her, they would be separated again.

As she grew up, she became a true tyrant. If Joan told her, no, Tyler would immediately threaten to call the police. If she wanted to go out with friends, she didn't ask permission, she simply left. After all, in her mind, being a minor meant she was untouchable. It said that on more than one occasion, she called the police claiming her mother had a drinking problem and hit her. But when officers arrived, they found a very different situation. Joan was sober, calm, sitting on the couch, and Tyler was pretending to have a panic attack. She had no bruises, no marks, she was simply lying.

But that wasn't all. On one occasion, Tyler even called 911 pretending to be her mother. Over time, Tyler became more manipulative, and her lies more elaborate, until her behavior spiraled out of control. In early 2009, when Tyler was 14 years old, she discovered the emo, aesthetic, and began hanging out with boys her age who shared the same style, dark clothes, plaid patterns, long bangs covering one eye. It was a melancholic look, and along with it came a dark mindset. Tyler began to self-harm. That's when a young man named Stephen Paul Culver came into the picture. Stephen was a 19-year-old who had just started

studying at Folsom Lake College. He worked six days a week at a Rubio's restaurant in Folsom. After graduation, he had a clear goal, he wanted to become a math teacher. He was hardworking, a good student, a good friend, and had never been in trouble. But when he and Tyler met, their lives took a sharp turn. At first, they were just friends. They met on weekends, talked on the phone. But in March 2009, their relationship became physical. He was Tyler's first sexual partner, and as a teenager, this meant the world to her.

She wrote in her diary, We'll love each other after death. I know I'll never stop loving him. At one point, Stephen's father decided to sell the house and move out of state. Tyler panicked, losing Stephen would mean losing everything. So she begged her mother to let Stephen move into their home. Of course, Joan wasn't naive. She asked Tyler if there was anything romantic between them. Tyler denied it completely.

She said she and Stephen were just friends, more like siblings, and added that Joan shouldn't worry because Stephen liked boys. With those arguments, Joan had no objections. Stephen would pay $500 a month in rent, help cover the mortgage, and since he was 19, he could help Tyler with her homework. After thinking it over, Joan agreed to let Stephen move in for a while. At first, everything went well. The house was clean, Tyler was calm, doing her homework, behaving well at school.

With the rent, Joan even had a little extra money. But then things took a dark turn. On May 1, 2009, Joan entered the room next to Stevens and found some disturbing items on the bed, lubricants, sex toys, and various drug paraphernalia. She stormed into Stevens' room demanding an explanation. Stephen claimed it all belonged to a friend and that he was just holding on to it. Joan couldn't prove otherwise, so she let it go. But that night, she couldn't stop thinking about it.

She decided to leave work early the next day and head straight home. That's when she saw something unforgivable. Joan entered the house quietly and went straight to her daughter's room. She wasn't there. She then opened Stephen's door, and found him naked in bed, with Tyler. hiding inside the closet, also completely naked. Joan didn't know what to do. Stephen was 19.

Tyler was 14. That relationship was illegal. She could call the police, and Stephen would go to jail. Instead, a few hours later, she took Stephen for a drive and made things very clear. She told him the relationship with her daughter had to end immediately and warned that if she ever saw him again, she would press charges. Stephen, afraid of the consequences, agreed. The next day, May 15th, Stephen came to the Witt home to collect his belongings.

Joan invited two of her friends, Ben Catapano and Thor Lantern, to be there as moral support. But what they really did was intimidate Stephen. They warned him that if they ever saw him near Tyler again, they wouldn't be as merciful as Joan. They wouldn't just call the police, they would hurt him. From that point on, things got very ugly. The fights between Joan and Tyler became more intense. One day, filled with rage, Tyler ran away from home. Joan assumed she had gone to Stevens and called the police to report the situation.

Unfortunately, Tyler wasn't with Stephen. That call only made things worse, because it put both teens under police scrutiny. When asked about the situation, both Tyler and Stephen took, told the same story, that Tyler had tried on some dresses and asked for Stephen's opinion. Of course, no one believed that. But since they were teenagers, they were given some leeway. At least until early June, when Joan found Tyler's diary. That diary was every mother's worst nightmare. Each page was filled with pure hatred directed at Joan. Tyler wrote that she wished her mother would die in a thousand different ways. She also described in detail her

sexual encounters with Stephen. My mother is driving me crazy. I can't stand her for more than five minutes. I hate her. I wish she'd die in a terrible car accident, and, we've decided to get engaged now. So when we get married, we can say we've been engaged for five years. Joan faced a dilemma. If she gave the diary to the police, Stephen would go to jail, but she would be exposing her daughter's intimate life. So she made a decision. She would call the police and let them question Tyler. If Tyler told the truth, Joan wouldn't hand over the diary. But if she lied, she would give it to them right then and there. As you might expect, Tyler said nothing. So Joan pulled out the diary in front of her and handed it to the sheriff.

And that, as you might guess, was Joan Witt's death sentence. On the night of Thursday, June 11th, after Joan had gone to sleep, Stephen arrived at the Witt home and Tyler opened the door for him. No one knows exactly what happened inside that house, only what the forensic evidence later confirmed. Shortly before midnight, Joan Witt was stabbed in her bed a total of 20 times. One of the slashes nearly severed her head from her shoulders. After the attacker or attackers killed her, they covered the body with a bed sheet and turned on the air conditioning to better preserve the corpse.

Shortly after midnight, Tyler and Stephen left the house and went directly to Stephen's father's residence. Once there, they burned their clothes in the fireplace, took a shower, and decided what to do over the following two days. And let me tell you, those two days were practically idyllic. They went to Starbucks, dyed their hair, took pictures, met up with friends, and in one of those moments, Stephen confessed to a friend that he had killed Tyler's mother. The friend, as expected, didn't believe him. So Stephen opened the car trunk and showed him a bloody knife. After that, the couple handed over two farewell letters to some friends and then headed

toward a motel in San Francisco. Once there, they prepared a bowl of cereal with fruit loops, pieces of cake, and and rat poison. Their intention was to take their own lives so they could be remembered as modern-day Romeo and Juliet. Joan Wood had reported Stephen, and it was only a matter of days before the police would find him and send him to prison for 20 years. So they decided to kill her and then kill themselves to be together in the afterlife. However, the poison didn't work. So the teens decided this was their chance to run away, change their identities, and start the life together they had always dreamed of. Unfortunately, they went to the parking

lot of a shopping center to change their clothes behind a dumpster, and that's when the police found them and took them to jail. With Jones' body discovered, everyone close to the victim and the suspects was called in to testify. All the evidence was laid out, the farewell letters, the couples escape, the photos they had taken. The murder weapon wasn't found, but there were numerous witnesses who had seen it. And that's when the infamous interrogations took place. The first to be questioned was Tyler Witt. From the very first moment, she acted as if she truly didn't know what had happened. The second, of course, was Stephen Culver. He knew what was happening, but was more concerned about Tyler than about his own fate. It took two

years before the teens could be brought to trial. During all that time, their attorneys gathered testimonies and evidence to try and save them from a life sentence. On one side was Stephen Culver's defense team. They argued that the boy had no criminal record, got good grades, was a good son, a good friend, a good neighbor. Tyler, on the other hand, was portrayed as the exact opposite, manipulative, violent, with bad grades, a juvenile record. They even brought up the 911 call in which Tyler pretended to be her mother. Stephen testified that he didn't kill Joan, that Tyler did. He claimed that when he arrived at the house on the night of the murder,

she greeted him with a bloody knife in her hand, and the entire downstairs was covered in blood. But the truth is, only Joan's bedroom showed blood, so his story didn't add up. Tyler's defense, on the other hand, said it was Stephen who killed Joan, that he stabbed her, covered her with a shone. sheet and turned on the AC. However, several psychologists analyzed Tyler and concluded she exhibited sociopathic traits. They described her as extremely cold and manipulative, able to lie without blinking to save herself. They also discovered that she had two personalities, supposedly,

an angel and a demon lived in her mind. The angel was named Alex. The demon, Toby. And when Tyler got angry, it was Toby who took over. In May 2011, when the trial finally began, everything pointed to the teens receiving life sentences. But things didn't turn out as expected. Tyler struck a deal with the prosecution, a deal in which, if she told a reasonably believable story and blamed Stephen, she would only serve 15 years in prison, while he would receive a life sentence. And that was the outcome of the trial. Right after Tyler's deal, Forensic found male DNA under Jones' fingernails. As a result, Stephen was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, while Tyler, if everything goes well, will be released in

2024. So now it's your turn. What do you think about this case? Do you believe the sentences were fair? The end. The Monster of Florence, a chilling tale of fear and mystery. The case of the monster of Florence is one of the most disturbing and perplexing mysteries to emerge from Italy. It spans decades, leaving a trail of fear, unanswered questions, and countless lives shattered. It began with an ominous incident that set the stage for a tale that would haunt Florence and its surrounding countryside for years to come. Let's delve into this horrifying saga that has puzzled investigators and captivated true crime enthusiasts. The first tragedy, a knock in the night, it was the early hours of August 22nd, 1968, when a father awoke from his restless sleep. His young son was sick and had been coughing throughout the night.

Wanting to ease his child's discomfort, he got up to fetch a glass of water. As he filled the glass at the kitchen sink, there came an unexpected knock at the door. The clock read around 2 a.m., a peculiar time for visitors. The father hesitated but eventually opened the door to find a boy, no older than six, standing on his doorstep. The child, trembling and barefoot, begged for help. Through tears, he explained that his father was gravely ill and that his mother and uncle were dead in a car nearby. Shocked, the man rushed to alert the authorities, unaware that this

was the beginning of one of Italy's most infamous crime stories. Barbara Lachie, a life of secrets. Barbara Lachie was a 32-year-old woman married to Stefano Melle, a man she didn't love. Their marriage had been arranged and was far from happy. Over time, Barbara sought solace in the arms of other men. She became infamous for her string of lovers, a fact well known in her small community. Among her paramours were the Vinci brothers, Giovanni, Salvatore, and Francesco, all of whom had checkered pasts. For Barbara's young son, Natalino, these affairs were a well-guarded secret. She introduced her lovers as uncles, and would often take her son to parks or outings, meeting her paramours under the guise of family acquaintances. On the fateful evening of

August 21, 1968, Barbara informed her husband she was taking Natalino to the cinema. Stefano, feeling unwell and Bedridden, agreed without question. What he didn't know was that Barbara had plans to meet her latest lover, Antonio Lo Bianco. A night of horror, Barbara, Natalino, and Antonio attended the cinema and watched a film far from family friendly. As Natalino dozed off in his mother's lap, the adults enjoyed their illicit rendezvous. After the movie ended, the trio drove to a secluded area near Castelletti, seeking privacy. Believing they were alone, Barbara and Antonio engaged in an intimate moment.

Out of the darkness came gunshots. Both Barbara and Antonio were killed instantly. The assailant used a Beretta.2-2 caliber pistol, leaving distinctive marks on the shell casings that would later become a critical clue. Natalino awoke to the terrifying scene, his first instinct to flee. Barefoot and in shock, he ran over a mile to the nearest house, where he sought help. The investigation begins, when authorities around. arrived at the crime scene, they found a chaotic tableau. The child's statements were inconsistent,

likely due to trauma. At first, he claimed his father was present at the scene, along with his Uncle Salvatore. Later, he retracted this, stating he didn't see the shooter at all. The biggest mystery was how a six-year-old boy, barefoot and scared, managed to traverse such a long distance in the dark. Stefan O'Malley was brought in for questioning. Initially, he denied involvement, pointing fingers at the Vinci Brothers instead. However, under the pressure of a 12-hour interrogation, Stefano's story began to crumble. He eventually confessed,

claiming to have shot Barbara and Antonio in a fit of jealousy. Despite a lack of conclusive evidence, Stefano was convicted and sentenced to 16 years in prison, reduced to 14 for good behavior. But was he truly the killer? A new nightmare, the 1974 double murder. Six years later, another gruesome murder shocked Florence. On September 14, 1974, Stefania Pitini, 18, and Pasquale Gentlecore, 19, parked their car in a secluded area near the Siv River for some privacy.

The couple had been in a tumultuous relationship, but they were deeply in love and had plans to marry. Tragically, their dreams were cut short. Late that night, Pasquale was shot five times while sitting in the driver's seat. Stefania was shot three times in the legs, immobilizing her. The killer dragged her out of the car, stabbing her repeatedly, 96 times in total, and mutilating her body in a grotesque display of rage. The final horror was the insertion of an olive branch into her mutilated body. The crime scene was a disaster.

By the time police arrived, it had been trampled by curious locals, contaminating vital evidence. However, investigators noted similarities to the 1968 murders, the same Beretta.2-caliber gun was used, and the crime seemed to be sexually motivated. The 1981 murders, a disturbing pattern emerges. Seven years passed before the killer struck again. On June 6, 1981, Carmela Danuccio, 21, and Giovanni Foggi, were found brutally murdered in their car near a field in Skandichie. Once again, the weapon was a Beretta.2-2 caliber pistol. Giovanni was shot three times, and Carmela 5. Her body was dragged up a hill, where the killer mutilated her.

in a manner eerily similar to Stefania Pitini. This time, investigators began to connect the dots. The same gun, the same patterns of mutilation, and the same targeting of young couples pointed to a serial killer. The media dubbed him I.L. Mostro di Ferenza, the monster of Florence. A city in terror, as the killings continued, the monster's methods became more brazen. On October 22, 1981, Susanna Camby, 24, and Stefanobaldi, 26, were found murdered in their car near Kalanzano.

The couple, engaged to be married, were shot and mutilated in a manner consistent with previous attacks. The killer's precision and lack of evidence left police baffled. Forensic experts determined the killer was skilled with a knife and possessed significant physical strength. Yet, despite these clues, investigators were no closer to catching the monster. False leads and public panic, the monster's reign of terror led to widespread fear and speculation. Police pursued numerous suspects, including voyeurs who frequented the rural areas where couples sought

privacy. One such suspect, Vincenzo Spetti, was arrested after he suspiciously claimed to no details about a crime scene before it was publicly reported. However, Spetti was released due to insufficient evidence. The case grew more convoluted with each passing year, as new suspects emerged and the monster's motives remained elusive. Was he a lone predator, or could there be more than one killer. Legacy of Fear, the monster of Florence case remains one of Italy's most infamous unsolved mysteries. Between 1968 and 1985, the killer claimed the lives of 16 people, leaving behind a trail of terror and unanswered questions. Despite countless investigations, books, and even films inspired by the case, the identity of the monster remains unknown.

Today, the story serves as a grim reminder of the darkness that can lurk in even the most picturesque places. The city of Florence, known for its art and beauty, will forever carry the shadow of its most infamous predator. The monster of Florence, one of Italy's most chilling mysteries, remains unsolved to this day. The story is rife with speculation, theories, and layers of intrigue that have captivated true crime enthusiasts for decades. Below is a detailed retelling of the events, key players, and theories surrounding this enigmatic case. A chilling crime scene, It began with a shoe print, size 44, left ominously near the crime scene. The second clue came from a witness who reported seeing a suspicious man nearby.

This individual's police sketch became iconic, shaping the public's perception of the elusive killer. On Saturday, June 19, 1982, Antonella Migliar, 19, and Paolo Minardi, 22, sought privacy for a romantic moment. Fearing the notorious monster of Florence, Antonella persuaded Paulo to choose a more public area. They parked along a provincial road in Bucayano, south of Florence. Although their spot was somewhat secluded, it was still visible from the street. Tragically, this precaution would not save them. Friends who passed by noticed the couple's car, recognizing them and speculating about what they

were doing. Later that evening, the monster struck. He fired at the car, wounding Paolo. In a desperate attempt to escape, Paolo started the car and accelerated, but the vehicle stalled. His efforts ended tragically as he collapsed over the steering wheel, succumbing to his injuries. The gunfire and the sound of the struggling car caught attention. Before authorities arrived, the monster fled, leaving behind chaos and fear.

A passing motorist called for an ambulance, but Paolo's survival briefly changed the narrative. Transported alive to the hospital, he reportedly spoke before his death. Prosecutor Sylvia Della Monica exploited this detail, falsely claiming to the media that Paolo had revealed vital information about the killer. Though this was a strategic bluff, it backfired. The monster, unnerved by the announcement, began threatening the ambulance driver. Unfortunately, the calls could not be traced, and the lead went cold.

A cryptic letter and the case reopened. Shortly after this incident, a peculiar letter arrived at a police station in Via Borgugnissanti. Inside was a newspaper clipping about a 1968 double homicide, accompanied by a handwritten note, why not take another look at this case? The suggestion led police to re-examine past murders, ultimately linking them all to the same gun, a .22 caliber Beretta, and the same modus operandi. This revelation cast doubt on Stefano Melle, who had been convicted of the 1968 murders, suggesting he might have been innocent. Barber Lachie, one of the victims from 1968, had numerous lovers, including Francesco and Salvatore Vinci.

The Vinci brothers became prime suspects, and Francesco Vinci was detained. However, the killings didn't stop. In September 1983, while Vinci was in custody, the monster struck again. A fatal mistake, the monster's frustration surfaced in a botched attack in September 1983. Mistaking two German tourists, Horst Meyer and Jensuva Rush, for a heterosexual couple, he opened fire on their van. Upon realizing his error, he left without completing his signature mutilations. The van's tall windows revealed a key detail, the shooter was consistent with someone around 1.80 meters, 5 feet 11 inches. This clue only deepened the mystery. A pattern of terror, despite multiple arrests, the killings continued. On July 29th,

1984, Pia Rontini, 18, and Claudio Stephanaxi, 21, were found murdered in their car. Witnesses recalled a man with a penetrating gaze watching Pia at a bar earlier that day. After killing the couple, the monster mutilated Pia, removing both her puberty. area and left breast. He left behind more clues, a handprint on the car roof and knee impressions in the dirt, confirming his height. The following year, Nadine Mauryat, 36, and Jean-Michel Kravakvali, 25, French tourists, became his final known victims. The monster attacked as they camped near Florence. Nadine was killed instantly, but John Michelle, an athlete, fled. The monster pursued him into the woods, ultimately slashing his throat. Returning to the campsite,

He mutilated Nadine, removing her left breast, which he later sent to prosecutor Sylvia Delah Monica in a gruesome taunt. The letter's misspelling of Republic, hinted at the killer's poor education. Theories and suspects. The monster's profile, a narcissistic, sadistic individual, likely with intimate knowledge of the area, led to numerous theories. One, the Vinci connection. One theory posited that the Vinci brothers shared the murder weapon, taking turns committing crimes.

If one was arrested, another one was arrested, another. would continue the spree. While this hypothesis explained the continuity of murders, it lacked solid evidence. 2. Pietro Paciani. In the early 1990s, attention turned to Pietro Paciani, a 68-year-old farmer with a dark past. Convicted in 1951 of murdering a man caught with his girlfriend, Paciani was also accused of domestic abuse and had a history of spying non-couples. Police found circumstantial evidence against him, including a bullet matching the monster's weapon buried in his garden. However, inconsistencies arose. Pachiani was shorter than the estimated height of the killer,

had a weak heart, and maintained an alibi for the 1985 murders. Although convicted in 1994, he was acquitted on appeal in 1996. Three, that snack companions, authorities later focused on Pachiani's acquaintances, Mario Vani and John Carlo Lottie. Known as the Compagney D. Merend, snack companions, these men were implicated by Lottie, who confessed in exchange for a lighter sentence. Both were convicted, but their guilt remains debated, with many viewing Lottie's confession as unreliable.

Alternative hypotheses, a rogue cop. Some theorists suggest the monster might have been a police officer or someone with inside knowledge of the investigations. This would explain his ability to elude, capture and manipulate evidence. A cult's rituals, another theory points to a satanic cult ordering the murders. The ritualistic mutilations, including the removal of body parts, might have been offerings. Proponents of this theory argue that Pachiani and his associates were mere pawns, possibly silenced to protect higher-ups.

A lone voyeur. Others believe the monster was a lone predator, possibly a voyeur who stumbled upon the weapon and developed a compulsion to kill. This theory suggests the killer enjoyed taunting police and the media but eventually retreated into anonymity. A medical professional, given the precision of the mutilations, some speculate the killer was a surgeon or someone with medical training. A bullet link to the monster's gun was found new. a hospital, bolstering this hypothesis. Unanswered questions. Despite decades of investigation,

the monster of Florence remains an enigma. Was it Pachiani, working alone or with accomplices? Was it a member of a secret of cult, or a rogue individual with a dark obsession? The truth eludes us, and the case continues to haunt Italy. What's your take on the monster of Florence? Could it have been a lone killer, or was something larger at play? First, he asked the neighbors if any of them had heard anything strange, screams, bangs, and coincidentally, the neighbor next door said that on the morning of the crime, he heard loud noises from the house, and the man was still in bed. He quickly went downstairs, but when he opened the door, there was no one there. We begin on January 13th, 2010, when the Connors, Georgia, police department received a chilling call from twin 17-year-olds,

Yasim and Tasum. The girls, apparently after returning from school, found the lifeless body of their beloved mother. The whole house was filled with blood, kitchen, hallways, walls. Everything seemed like the scene of a horror movie, and neither of the twins could say who could have done this to their mother. Nicky Yvonne Whitehead, known as Nikki, was born on April 18, 1975, specifically in an Atlanta, Georgia, prison. Apparently, her mother was involved in drug trafficking, and as a result, she was sent to prison. Unfortunately, children of prisoners are not allowed to live with them, as the prison environment is not suitable for them. Thus, Nikki's custody was transferred to her grandmother, Della Frazier. Della was not known for having a strong character but was rather

very permissive. In fact, it was so much so that Nikki followed in her mother's footsteps, she didn't want to study, got involved with drugs, didn't have a steady partner, and at 17, became pregnant. At this point in the story, none of the sources agree, as they all tell completely different versions of the story. The first version says that Nikki, at that time, was dating a married man, and he did not want to take responsibility for the pregnancy. The second version says that the man did take responsibility. Whatever the true version was, the pregnancy in both cases ended the same way. In November 1992, Nikki gave birth to twin girls, Yasmia, and Tasmia. Unfortunately, Nikki did not feel capable of raising them herself, so she left them with Della

and moved on with her life. Over several years, this woman did everything possible to overcome her problems, she got a job, rehabilitated, and when she felt ready, she went to Della's house, claimed custody of the girls, and took them to live with her in Connors, Georgia, a town local located 26 minutes from Atlanta. Initially, the girls did not like this change, as Della was very permissive, but Nikki had a lot of character, she had rehabilitated and wanted her daughters to be excellent, to study, to have a future, and not to follow in her footsteps. So, she began to set rules, they had to get good grades, not go out with boys, be punctual, and in addition to all of that, she enrolled them in dance. Gradually, the girls adapted and decided their dream was

to study at Harvard. Nikki couldn't have been happier. She had health, her girls, and at some point, started dating a truck driver named Robert. So, in general, her life seemed perfect, or at least it was until January 13, 2010, when everything shattered. When the police arrived at the house, Yasum and Tasum could not believe what they were seeing. The kitchen was filled with blood, walls, floors, countertops, it was brutal. The killer tried to clean everything up, but there was so much blood that he left it unfinished.

There were smears everywhere, and following the trail, the police found the weapons used, a knife, a broken vase, and a tape. Following the trail through the hallway, the police reached the bathroom, and there, they found Nikki Whitehead's lifeless body inside a bathtub filled with water. The autopsy showed that the woman had been hit on the head with a blunt object, presumably the broken vase. afterward, she was stabbed 80 times, strangled with the tape, and finally dragged to the bathroom where she was left to bleed in the bathtub. The house showed no signs of forced entry, no broken

windows or doors, so it wasn't a robbery, but rather a crime of passion. The attack against Nikki was personal. 80 stab wounds don't happen for no reason. Generally, they result from a personal conflict. So, who killed Mickey? The killer knew her. After analyzing the crime seemed completely, the police began to question potential witnesses. First, they asked the neighbors if any of them had heard anything strange, screams, bangs, and coincidentally, the neighbor next door said that on the morning of the crime, he heard loud noises from the house, and the man was still in bed. He quickly went downstairs, but when he opened the door, there was no one there. Then, they questioned the twins, Yasim and Tasum. The twins were completely out of it.

Tasum had a nervous tick that made her bite her forearm, and Yasum was so nervous that she was rocking back and forth. The girls were clearly affected, but they found the strength to tell what had happened. They said that at 7 a.m., Nikki woke them up with shouts. Yasm and Tasmia always woke up very late, and Nikki was fed up with trying to get them out of bed. So, the girls jumped out of bed, got dressed, and by 7.30 a.m., they left the house. Since they had woken up so late, the girls missed the bus, so they walked to school. From there, they didn't know anything about their mother. At this point, Detective Ken Swift asked the girls if they had seen their mother doing anything

unusual lately, breaking her routine, hanging out with strange people. The girls then told him about the darkest secrets of their beloved mother. Apparently, this woman had a lover. Her official partner was Robert, but behind Nikki's back, she was also seeing a man named Joe. Unfortunately, the night before the crime, Robert found out about the affair, confronted Nikki, they argued, said a lot of things to each other, and finally, Robert left. With this information, the police had two suspects, Joe, the lover, and Robert, the official

partner. The police checked the backgrounds of both men, and both were clean. Joe had an alibi, and Robert's whereabouts were confirmed through GPS. His truck was in Colorado at the time of the crime, and gas station cameras could verify this. So, the investigators returned to square one and checked the crime scene again, point by point. Nowhere in the house was there any DNA other than Nicky's. Furthermore, the killer had cleaned the crime scene thoroughly, it wasn't perfect, but the killer had tried to erase all traces. This is when Ken Swift noticed two very interesting things.

First, the twins communicated with each other through looks and gestures, a kind of language only they understood. It was as if Yasim and Tasum were one single entity. Secondly, the twins were wearing jackets and gloves in the police station, even though the crime occurred in January, and the temperatures were low, but the police station had heating. There was no reason for them to be so covered up. All of this was very strange, so the detective asked them a simple question, what can I do to make this easier for you? The two girls looked at each other and replied, Can we watch CSI? The whole situation seemed surreal. The girls had anxiety, were nervous, Yasim rocked back and forth, and Tasum bit her forearm, but that response didn't make sense.

So, the police asked them to remove their jackets and gloves, and underneath, the girls had bruises and scratches. Tasmia had a strong bite mark on her forearm. Ken Swift, seeing all of this, asked them what had happened. The girls said that the day before, they had fought with each other, slapped each other, scratched each other, and that was why they had so many marks. As for the bite mark, Tasmia claimed it was due to her nervous tick. It was clear that the girls were hiding something, but both were good students, responsible, well-mannered, punctual, and could be said to have the best grades in their school. So, Ken decided to dig a little deeper into the perfect life of the twins.

This is when he discovered that they didn't actually love their mother as much as they claimed. When Nikki Whitehead decided to regain custody, the girls resisted. They didn't want rules, didn't want laws, and wanted to be the owners of their own lives. So, Nikki had to be strict, she set curfews, punished them for being late, and of course, forbade them from having boyfriends. This made the sisters rebel against her. Swift came across a report made some time earlier, when the girls were 13 years old. One morning, Nikki had called 911 because one of them had run away with her 17-year-old boyfriend. The girls became more and more uncontrollable, and once again, Nikki grabbed the phone and called 911. This time,

she asked for help because her two daughters had attacked her. Officer Miris Cracks was sent to the residence, and upon crossing the threshold, she found herself in a very surreal situation. While the twins were very calm, their mother was out of control. Her eyes showed fear, and the twins were completely indifferent.

The girls, seeing that the officer was there, asked what they could do to go back to live with their grandmother. They said that living with Nikki was unbearable, that she was cruel, drank, and hit them. But when the officer looked inside the room, she saw that everything was fine and told them there was nothing she could do for them. She spoke to them, reassured them, and after a while, decided to leave. Unfortunately, the look on Nikki's face left her uneasy, so Miris Cracks parked the patrol car near the house and waited. And indeed, she was right because, a few minutes later,

Nicky Whitehead grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1 again. When Miris Cracks returned and got out of the patrol car, Nikki ran out, holding the phone. The woman was covered in scratches, with red marks all over her, and was shouting, waiting for her two daughters to attack her. She claimed that both were out of control and that they were a danger. The two sisters said that their mother had hit them and that they had never touched her. But what was strange here was that the twins had no marks on them,

yet Nikki was covered in them. Miris cracks put them in the patrol car and took them directly to the station. Upon discovering all of this, Detective Ken Swift knew for sure that the twins were the ones responsible. So, he sent several officers to search their room, and he was right. Inside a box, they found a pair of blood-stained boots, and in one shoe, they found a ball of tissue, and inside, a lock of hair. The hair was analyzed and confirmed to belong to Nicky Whitehead. Lastly, they found the twins' diary, but not just one of theirs, this was a shared diary. In this journal, the girls expressed all the hatred they felt toward their mother. They said they

couldn't stand her anymore and repeatedly wrote that they wanted her dead. Unfortunately, all of this was merely circumstantial evidence. The police couldn't do anything, The blood could have been the girls, the hair could have been lint, and the diary only showed that the girls were going through a rebellious phase. But to Ken Swift, it was clear, the twins were guilty, everything pointed to them. But without real, direct evidence, he couldn't do anything. So, he decided it was time to test their alibi. The girls said that at 7 a.m., their mother woke them up, and by 7.30, they left the house

and walked toward the school because they had missed the bus. But the gas station cameras said the girls were lying. The camera captured them at 10 a.m., hitching a ride on a blue and white truck, and by 10.15, the school cameras showed them walking down the hall. This didn't add up. So, the officers asked them about this, and after looking at each other, they replied in unison that they had been with their mother until 10 a.m. and then went to school, but neither of them noticed anything strange.

Once again, everything was circumstantial. So, the police were forced to release the Whitehead twins. For four months, the girls had the life they always wanted, hanging out with friends, graduating, even attending prom. But then, something shifted. Finally, the police found something against the sisters. Do you remember their tics? One of the girls, Yasim, rocked back and forth, and Tasmea bit her forearm in a spot where

there was a bite mark. Well, it turns out that the bite mark didn't come from their own teeth, but rather from their mother's teeth. The bite matched Nikki Whitehead's dentition perfectly, and they also found hair from Tasm's arm between Nikki's teeth. With this, they finally had a case. The sisters were arrested immediately and sent to different prisons awaiting trial, a weight that lasted four years. Finally, with all the evidence against them, the girls were forced to confess. They said that on the morning of January 13th, their mother woke them up shouting. The girls were late, and the woman was out of control. At that moment, Nikki was making coffee, and with the machine in hand, she made a gesture that the girls interpreted

as a threat. So, they quickly attacked her, thinking she was going to kill them. One of the twins grabbed a vase and hit Nikki on the head, while the other grabbed a knife and stabbed her in the abdomen. From there, there was no turning back. They stabbed her, hit her, and at one point, the woman tried to escape. She opened the door and ran to the neighbor's house, but the girls chased her, dragged her back inside the house, and finally ended her life. After the stabbing's and blows, they took some tape and tried to strangle her. According to the twins, there was no other way to finish her off, so between the two, they grabbed her by the arms and legs, filled the bathtub, and placed her body inside it. The most shocking thing of all is that, according to the

twins, Nikki Whitehead's last words were, Kill me now, because if you don't, I'll kill you. As incredible as it seems, both sisters were sentenced to only 30 years in prison, and their great-grandmother, Bella Frazier, still talks to them and loves them as if they were her own daughters. So, now it's your turn. What do you think about the case? Do you believe the sentence was fair? End. The strange tale of Elizabeth Knapp, was she truly possessed?

Elizabeth Knapp was, by all accounts, the last person you'd ever expect to be at the center of a dark and supernatural tale. Sweet, shy, and obedient, she was the very image of what society at the time expected from a young woman. But something dark and sinister lurked beneath her calm exterior, or at least, that's what people came to believe. What began as simple complaints about body aches spiraled into convulsions, terrifying screams, and allegations of demonic possession.

The story of Elizabeth Knapp, a servant girl in colonial Massachusetts, became one of the most puzzling and infamous cases of its time. A quiet beginning in Watertown. Elizabeth was born on April 21, 1655, in Watertown, Massachusetts. She was the first child of James and Elizabeth Knapp, a hardworking couple. James was likely a farmer, and Elizabeth Sr. worked as a maid, though records from this era are sketchy at best. The Naps' lives weren't luxurious, but they were stable, until tragedy struck. In 1658, when Elizabeth was just three years old, her mother gave birth to a son.

Back then, having a male heir was a big deal. Sons meant security, inheritance, and carrying on the family name. The Naps must have been overjoyed, at first. But their joy was short-lived. The baby, born with unspecified health issues, died only a few weeks later. The lost devastated Elizabeth's mother. She withdrew into herself, consumed by grief and depression. At times, she became violent, throwing objects and screaming in fits of rage.

Eventually, her condition grew so severe that she was sent to a primitive mental institution. Treatments for mental health in the 1600s were harsh and ineffective, to say the least. Elizabeth's mother remained unwell for the rest of her life. This family history of mental illness looms over Elizabeth's story like a shadow. Did her mother's struggle set the stage for the events to come? Moving to Groton, a new start. When Elizabeth was seven, her family moved to Groton, Massachusetts, where their fortune seemed to improve. But details about this period of Elizabeth's life are scarce.

By the time she turned 16, Elizabeth was working as a servant for the Willard family, a wealthy and respected household in Groton. The Willards weren't your average employers. employers. Samuel Willard, the family patriarch, was a prominent Puritan minister known for his strict sermons and deep faith. For Elizabeth, this job was likely her first glimpse into a life far removed from her modest upbringing. At first, everything seemed fine. Elizabeth was a diligent worker, clean, organized, and dependable. But then, something changed. The first signs of trouble, it started with minor complaints. Elizabeth began to tell those around her that her body

her arms, her legs, her chest. The pain grew so severe that she'd often cry out in agony. Then came the episodes. One night, Elizabeth began screaming that an invisible force was trying to strangle her. She clawed at her neck and collapsed to the ground. These episodes became more frequent and more alarming. Samuel Willard, ever the diligent observer, started documenting her symptoms in a diary. On October 30, 1671, he wrote his first entry, Elizabeth claims she is under attack by a malevolent force. Her screams are otherworldly, and she speaks of invisible hands tightening around her throat. She convulses violently and seems to lose all awareness of her surroundings.

At first, Willard approached the situation rationally, which was rare for a Puritan minister in the 17th century. He suspected Elizabeth's condition might have a natural explanation, perhaps tied to her mother's mental health issues. He even called in a doctor, an unusual move for someone of his religious background. But the doctor found no physical cause for Elizabeth's symptoms. A turn toward the supernatural, with no medical explanation, Willard began to consider a more sinister possibility, demonic possession.

The signs were all there, or so he thought. Elizabeth's episodes became increasingly bizarre. She would laugh hysterically one moment, then sob uncontrollably the next. She spoke in voices that weren't her own, deep, guttural, and unrecognizable. Sometimes, she claimed to see figures not. no one else could, two men chasing her, or a shadowy figure floating above her bed. Perhaps the most chilling moment came when Elizabeth screamed the words, money, money, sin, misery. Her convulsions were so violent that it took four grown men to restrain her. The confession, as

Elizabeth's behavior grew more erratic, Willard pressed her for answers. How had this happened? Why was she being tormented? At first, Elizabeth claimed ignorance. She insisted she was a good Christian and had no idea why she was being targeted. But under pressure, she began to tell a different story. Elizabeth accused a local woman of cursing her, labeling her as a witch. This accusation might have carried weight if the accused hadn't been a close friend of Willards. Skeptical, he dismissed Elizabeth's claim and demanded the truth. On November 2nd, 1671, Elizabeth finally confessed.

For the past three years, she said, the devil himself had been visiting her. He knew she was unhappy with her life and offered her everything she ever wanted, money, fine clothes, freedom, and even a chance to travel the world. At first, Elizabeth claimed she had refused his offers. But as Willard pressed her further, her story shifted. She admitted she had made a pact with the devil but insisted she hadn't given him her soul. The height of the torment, throughout November and December of 1671, Elizabeth's episodes became increasingly intense. During one attack, her tongue became paralyzed in a grotesque semicircle,

lodged against the roof of her mouth. Witnesses described how she snarled like an animal and contorted her body into unnatural positions. At one point, Elizabeth began speaking in a deep, monstrous voice, one that didn't seem to come from her throat at all. Willard wrote, her body remained still, yet the voice continued. It was as though the sound emanated from her very being, not her mouth. Elizabeth accused another neighbor of cursing her, but Willard remained unconvinced. He believed the devil had a direct hold on her. A miraculous recovery. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the torment stopped. By January 1672, Elizabeth's fits and convulsion ceased. She returned to her duties and lived a relatively normal life.

For Willard, this was a sign of divine intervention. He used Elizabeth's story as a cautionary tale in his sermons, particularly during the Salem which trials two decades later. Explanations and theories, centuries later, Elizabeth Knapp's case remains a subject of debate. Was she truly possessed, or was there a more rational explanation? Mental illness, Elizabeth's family history suggests a genetic predisposition to mental health issues. Her mother's severe depression and psychotic episodes could have influenced Elizabeth's own struggles. Religious and social pressure, the strict Puritan environment likely played a role in Elizabeth's behavior. Constant fear of sin, damnation, and the devil might have caused her to manifest her frustrations

in dramatic, physical ways. A cry for attention. As a servant, Elizabeth had little control over her life. Her episodes brought her fame and attention, elevating her from an anonymous mate to a central figure in her community. Possession. Of course, there's always the possibility that Elizabeth's claims were true. Could she have been genuinely possessed by a malevolent force? Life after the chaos, whatever the truth, Elizabeth's life after 1672 seemed remarkably normal. She married Samuel's scripture on September 11, 1674, in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and they had ten children together. Elizabeth lived to the age of 65, leaving behind a legacy that still fascinates and terrifies. What do you think? Elizabeth Knapp's story is as mysterious

today as it was in the 17th century. Was she a victim of possession, mental illness? or societal pressure? Or was it all a calculated act? Whatever the answer, one thing is clear, Elizabeth's tale continues to capture imaginations and spark debate. What's your take? Could there be more to this story than meets the eye? The mysterious tale of the Wyrick family,

a story too strange to ignore, childhood is often described as the golden period of life, a time of exploration, joy, and innocence. Everything seems magical, from the first discovery of a butterfly to making best friends forever, on the playground. But what happens when a child doesn't have the chance to make friends because they live isolated, without siblings, and far from the hustle of society? They often turn to imaginary companions to fill that gap. And that's where this story begins, with Heidi

Wyrick and the eerie events that unfolded when her imaginary friends became all too real. In the early months of 1989, Elizabeth and Andrew Wyrick decided it was time to leave behind the chaos of city life. The noise, traffic, and crime weren't. ideal for their four-year-old daughter, Heidi. They wanted her to grow up in a peaceful environment with plenty of space to run and explore. After scouring through statistics and property listings, they decided on Harris County, Georgia, an area that boasted some of the lowest crime rates in the country. Their dream was simple, a big house with a sprawling yard in a quiet, rural community. They found just that in Ellersley. The house they fell in love with

was surprisingly affordable, thanks to the previous owners defaulting on their mortgage. Sure, it was old, with creaky pipes and a few damp spots on the walls, but the Wyricks weren't deterred. They used the savings from the purchase to renovate and settled into their new life. For a while, it was everything they'd hoped for. Andrew worked, Elizabeth cooked and gardened, and Heidi seemed to thrive in the fresh air and open spaces. But their idyllic life took a bizarre turn one afternoon.

Hashtag hashtag meet Mr. Gordy. One day, while Andrew was at work, Elizabeth called Heidi inside for a snack. They sat in the kitchen chatting about their weekend plans when Heidi casually mentioned she'd made a new friend. His name, she said, was Mr. Gordy. At first, Elizabeth wasn't alarmed. Kids often have imaginary friends. But when she asked Heidi to describe him, she froze.

Heidi explained that Mr. Gordy was an elderly man with white hair, dressed entirely in black, and wearing shiny black shoes. Something about the description sent chills down Elizabeth's spine. Fearing that an actual stranger might have approached her daughter, Elizabeth locked every door and window in the house and warned Heidi never to talk to strangers again. Yet Heidi insisted that Mr. Gordy wasn't a stranger, he was her friend. She said he had spent the afternoon playing dolls and swinging on the backyard swing set with her.

Elizabeth was rattled. Over the next few days, she asked neighbors if they'd seen an elderly man wandering around or if anyone knew what, Mr. Gordy. No one had. Eventually, Elizabeth convinced herself that Heidi had simply invented a playmate to keep herself entertained. But the playdates with Mr. Gordy didn't stop. Elizabeth would hear Heidi laughing and talking to someone when no one else was around.

Dolls would be moved into positions she couldn't explain, and Heidi even set a place at the table for him during meals. Hashtag hashtag hashtag a second visitor. One evening, while Elizabeth was cooking dinner, someone knocked on the front door. Elizabeth could react, Heidi darted to answer it. A few moments later, she returned, pale and wide-eyed. There's a man at the door, she said, but he's hurt. Elizabeth rushed to the door but found no one there. She asked Heidi what the man looked like, and her daughter explained that he had a bloody shirt, a bandaged arm, and looked like he was in pain. Alarmed, Elizabeth checked

the yard and the street but saw no sign of anyone. There were no footprints, no blood stains, nothing. Heidi continued to insist the man was real, but Elizabeth chopped it up to her daughter's imagination running wild. Hoping to distract Heidi and ground her in reality, the Wyricks adopted a dog. They believed a pet would provide companionship and help Heidi focus on something other than her invisible friends. The dog, however, seemed to notice things too. It would bark at empty corners, wag its tail at nothing, and growl at unseen figures. One night, the dog stood rigid, staring at the darkness with its hackles raised, growling fiercely. Then, as suddenly as it had entered their lives, the dog disappeared without a trace.

Hashtag hashtag-Hash-tag-connections to the past. Around this time, Elizabeth's sister, Joyce, moved into a nearby house. She purchased the property from an elderly woman named Catherine Ledford, who handed over all the original documents for the home, including a surprising name, James Scarborough Gordy. Joyce remembered Heidi's stories and asked Catherine about Mr. Gordy. To her shock, Catherine confirmed that James Gordy had indeed been a real person. He had been a well-known real estate agent in the area, always dressed in black suits with polished black shoes.

However, Mr. Gordy had passed away in 1974, 15 years before the Wyricks moved in. The coincidence was chilling, but it didn't stop there. Catherine also mentioned another name, her uncle, Lon, Khan, Bachelor, who had lost an arm in a farming accident and died in 1957. When Joyce relayed this information to Elizabeth, they decided to test Heidi. They showed her a series of old photographs, including ones of James Gordy in Lawn Bachelor. Without hesitation, Heidi identified Mr. Gordy as her friend and con as the injured man who had knocked on the door. Hashtag hashtag unexplained phenomena. As time passed, Heidi's interactions with Mr. Gordy lessened, but her experiences became darker.

She began describing a sinister figure, a man dressed in black who would stand. in her room at night and stare at her. She said he was evil, and made her feel scared. Andrew and Elizabeth initially dismissed this as a phase or a ploy for attention, but their skepticism was shattered one night when their niece, Kelly, babysat the children. Kelly heard strange noises coming from baby Jordan's crib and discovered a string wrapped tightly around the infant's neck. Terrified, she removed it and noticed how cold the room had become, as though a window had

been left open in winter. Soon after, physical attacks began. Heidi woke one morning with three deep scratches on her cheek. A few nights later, Andrew woke with similar scratches on his back, and then his arm. The family couldn't ignore the escalating danger. Hashtag hashtag-hag-seeking answers. Desperate for help, the Wyrricks contacted Dr. William Roll, a paracologist known for his scientific approach to paranormal cases.

Dr. Roll investigated the house thoroughly, measuring electromagnetic fields and studying local history. He discovered that a past earthquake had disrupted. the area's magnetic field, possibly causing heightened sensitivity to environmental factors. He proposed two theories. Either the family was experiencing hallucinations caused by ionized air particles, or Heidi had a psychic ability to perceive energy imprints left by past events. Dr. Roll's explanations offered some comfort, but they didn't address the physical attacks or the string incident. Hashtag hashtag final investigations. To further explore the situation, the Wyricks invited psychic Amy Allen to visit their home. Amy reported sensing

multiple presences, including Mr. Gordy, who she described as a benevolent protector. However, she also sensed darker entities, two faceless men who exuded malevolence. A second psychic confirmed Amy's findings but went further, claiming the faceless entities were demons. This revelation terrified Elizabeth, leading the family to seek refuge in faith and prayer. Despite their efforts, the activity didn't stop. Elizabeth frequently heard arguments between two unseen men in her bedroom. Objects vanished only to reappear in bizarre locations. And Heidi, now a teenager, faced relentless bullying at school because of her reputation for seeing ghosts.

Hashtag hashtag hashtag leaving it all behind, by 1999, the Wyricks had endured enough. The combination of supernatural occurrences and social ostracism forced them to leave Ellersley for good. Today, Heidi Wyrick is an adult, married, and reported. studying medicine. The family remains private, but their story continues to intrigue and unsettle those who hear it. So, what do you think? Were the Wyricks haunted by spirits, victims of environmental factors, or something else entirely? One thing's for sure, this tale leaves more questions than answers. The mystery of Heidi Wyrick and the haunting of Ellersley, life has a strange way of surprising us. You think you've got everything under control,

but then the unexplainable barges in, throwing your world into chaos. That's exactly what happened to the Wyrick family back in the late 80s. Picture this, it's 1989, and Elizabeth and Andrew Wyrick decide to escape the noise and hustle of the city for a quieter, simpler life. Their plan. Move to the serene countryside of Ellersley, Georgia, and raised their four-year-old daughter Heidi in peace. A fresh start. The house they bought was everything they dreamed of, big, charmingly old, with a sprawling yard perfect for a kid to run wild in. And it came at a steal of a price, thanks to the previous owners losing it to the bank.

Sure, the place needed some TLC, leaky pipes, creaky floors, and a definite fixer-upper vibe, but Elizabeth and Andrew saw it as an adventure. Little did they know, the real adventure wasn't in home improvement but in what, or who, was already there. Mr. Gordy enters the scene, life seemed idyllic at first. Heidi played happily in the yard, Andrew worked, and Elizabeth settled into her new role as a country-home. homemaker. One day, though, Heidi came inside from playing and casually mentioned to her mom that she'd made a new friend. A sweet tale, right? But then she described him, an older man with snow

white hair, dressed in black, his shiny black shoes gleaming in the sunlight. She called him, Mr. Gordy. Now, if you're Elizabeth, this might freak you out just a tad. An older man talking to your child. Alarm bells, right? But their neighborhood was filled mostly with retirees, so she figured it was probably just a friendly neighbor. Still, she warned Heidi not to talk to strangers, just to be safe. What was unsettling, though, was Heidi's insistence that Mr. Gordy wasn't just a passing stranger. He was her friend. He played dolls with her.

He pushed her on the swing. And he seemed to have all the time in the world for her. The search for Mr. Gordy, naturally, Elizabeth and Andrews started asking around. Surely someone in the tight-knit community would know this, Mr. Gordy. But to their surprise, no one did. Not a soul recognized the description. It was as if the man didn't exist. Confused but not entirely spooked, they chalked it up to Heidi's active imagination.

After all, kids her age invent imaginary friends all the time. But this was just the beginning. The man at the door, one evening, as Elizabeth was preparing dinner, there was a knock at the door. Heidi, being the curious and excitable child she was, raced to answer it. Moments later, she returned to the kitchen with wide eyes and an even wilder story. There's a man at the door, she said, and he's hurt. His shirts covered in blood, and his arm is all wrapped up. Elizabeth's heart raced.

She dashed to the door, expecting to find someone in need of help. But there was no one there. No blood, no footprints, nothing. Heidi's vivid imagination was starting to feel a little too vivid. A new addition and a sudden departure, thinking that maybe Heidi was just lonely and her. her imagination was running wild, the Wyricks decided to get her a puppy. A furry friend seemed like the perfect distraction. And for a while, it worked. The dog played with Heidi, explored the yard, and even seemed to notice, Mr. Gordy, wagging its tail and barking at empty air. But then,

things took a darker turn. The dog began growling at corners of the house, its hackles raised as if sensing something the humans couldn't. One day, without warning, the dog vanished. No trace, no goodbye. It was as if the earth had swallowed it whole. Shadows in the night, Elizabeth started noticing strange things too. There were times when she felt eyes on her, even when she was alone. Shadows flitted just out of view. And the house had an unnerving habit of making noises that didn't quite fit the usual creaks and groans of an old building. But they tried to brush it off. Old house quirks, they told themselves. A ghost from the past. In 1990, Elizabeth's sister Joyce moved in next door. Her new home came with a history, shared by the previous

owner, an elderly woman named Catherine. While combing through old paperwork, Joyce stumbled upon a name that made her freeze, James S. Gordy. Could this be the Mr. Gordy? When she asked Catherine, she got a fascinating backstory. James Gordy had been a well-known figure in the area, a realtor, a friend to many, and, according to Catherine, always sharply dressed. He had passed away in the 1970s, long before the Wyricks moved in. Joyce couldn't wait to tell Elizabeth. Together, they decided to test a theory. They showed Heidi an old photo album filled with pictures from Catherine's collection. Among the photos was one of James Gordy. Without hesitation, Heidi pointed at it and said, that's Mr. Gordy, my friend, the mystery deepens. It didn't stop

there. As Catherine began packing away the photos, Heidi picked up another one and said, that's the man who knocked on our door. His name is Khan, Catherine turned pale. The man in the photo was her uncle, Lonbacker, who had died decades earlier. He had lost an arm in a cotton gin accident and passed away from cancer in 1957, long before Heidi was even born. A visit to the cemetery, determined to prove to Heidi that her friends weren't real, Elizabeth took her to Parkhill cemetery, where James Gordy was buried. She hoped to show Heidi that the man she'd been talking to was long gone. But instead, Heidi led her mother directly to Gordy's grave, as if she'd been there before. A darker presence, in 1993, the Wyrricks welcomed a second daughter, Jordan.

At first, the spirits, or whatever was in the house, seemed to fade into the background. But soon, new and even more disturbing events began to unfold. Heidi, once carefree, became anxious and afraid. She spoke of a dark figure who watched her at night, describing him as evil. One evening, their babysitter found Jordan with a cord wrapped tightly around her neck, as if someone, or something, had tried to strangle her. Heidi began waking up with scratches on her face. Andrew found similar marks on his back. Seeking answers, desperate, the Wyricks reached out to Dr. William Roll, a parapsychologist with a scientific approach to the paranormal. He investigated the house thoroughly, measuring electromagnetic fields and studying local geological

activity. His theory. A combination of natural phenomena and Heidi's psychic sensitivity was creating an environment right for strange occurrences. But even Role couldn't explain everything, like the physical injuries or Heidi's ability to name people she couldn't have possibly known. The final straw, by 1999, the Wyricks had had enough. The unexplained noises, the shadows, the scratches, it was too much. They sold the house and left Ellersley behind. Unfortunately, the move didn't just separate them from the hauntings, it also isolated them socially. Rumors of their experiences had spread, and Heidi became the target of relentless bullying. Life after Ellersley, as Heidi grew older, the spirit seemed to fade from her life.

She eventually married and pursued a career in medicine, determined to leave her eerie childhood behind. Andrew passed away in 2012, and the family has since stayed out of the public eye. What do you think? Could Heidi's story be real? Or is it just one of those unexplainable mysteries that keep us guessing? The tragic tale of Trey Eric Cesseler, an internet icon turned killer, when you hear about a person who once made people laugh and connect through their online content

suddenly becoming the center of a horrifying crime, it shakes you to your core. This is the disturbing story of Trey Eric Cessler, better known to his fans as, Mr. Anime, a Texas-born YouTuber who spiraled from being a quirky internet personality into a convicted murderer. Buckle up, because this tale is nothing short of haunting. The beginning of a seemingly normal life. Born on August 3, 1989, in Waller, Texas, Trey Cessler was the second child of Rhonda Wise Cessler and Lothun Ray Cessler Jr. He had an older brother, Mark Allen Cessler, who was born in 1985. From the outside, Tray's early life seemed

idyllic. The Cessler family was deeply rooted in their community. Ronda worked as a writer for the Waller Times, while Lothun was a beloved elementary school teacher. The family lived a quiet, middle-class life, celebrating holidays with gusto and earning the affection of their neighbors. Trey and Mark were inseparable during their childhood. Mark, the older sibling, was responsible and hardworking, while Trey was described as eccentric but kind-hearted. From an early age, Trey demonstrated a fascination with filmmaking. Armed with a video camera, he would record everything from family gatherings to imaginative homemade movies. Friends and family saw this as harmless fun, though it was clear that Trey was a bit of an introvert.

The birth of Mr. Anime, Trey's passion for movies and anime became the foundation of his creative outlet. In 2006, while working at a candy store with Mark, he launched his YouTube channel, Lenscap Productions. Initially, the channel featured comedic sketches and short films made with friends and family. Tray's charm and quirky humor resonated with viewers, and his channel began gaining traction. Over time, Trey transitioned to critiquing anime and movies under the name, Mr. Anime. His reviews were straightforward, often laced with humor and personal anecdotes. He created a unique rating system, scoring content on a scale of 1 to 10. A score of 1 signified absolute trash, while a 10 was reserved for masterpieces. His candid style and authenticity

earned him a loyal following. The shift in behavior, as Trey's YouTube fame grew, his personal life began to unravel. After graduating high school in 2007, he briefly attended Blinn college but never graduated. This decision caused tension at home, especially with his father, who expected more from him. While Mark pursued a degree in business administration and quickly secured a job, Tray remained jobless, spending most of his time creating videos or watching anime in his room. In 2010, Tray moved out of his parents' house and into his late grandmother's home in Hempstead. While this move was meant to give him independence, it seemed to isolate him further. His YouTube content became darker, with an increasing focus on guns.

Though firearms were common in Texas culture, Trey's fixation began to raise eyebrows. Viewers noticed that his cheerful tone no longer matched his somber expressions. At times, he appeared drunk or detached, leaving fans concerned. A dangerous obsession, by 2011, Trey's mental state seemed to deteriorate rapidly. He started sharing cryptic updates, mentioning the disappearance of his pets and hinting at personal struggles. Around this time, reports surfaced of him roaming his neighborhood late at night with a rifle, allegedly shooting at stray animals and vacant buildings. While some dismissed these stories as rumors, others began to worry about the real trade behind that Mr. Anime persona.

Despite his erratic behavior, Trey maintained his YouTube channel, even uploading a video titled Bad News Please Watch in December 2011. In this video, Trey claimed he had been diagnosed with a collapsed lung and requested prayers from his fans. He wore sunglasses, saying his eyes were swollen from lack of sleep and pain. The turning point, in early 2012, Trey announced he had recovered and was feeling stronger than ever. He also claimed to have secured a full-time job in the film industry, a supposed dream come true. In reality, this was a lie.

Trey wasn't working in film or planning his return to YouTube. Instead, he was descending into a dangerous state of mind. Trey had developed an obsession with mass shootings and serial killers. He meticulously studied infamous cases, including the Columbine High School Massacre, which he viewed as a model for his own twisted aspirations. Trey began plotting a school shooting at Waller High School, aiming to surpass the Columbine death toll with a target of 70 victims. But one major obstacle stood in his way, his family.

Trey believed that his parents and brother would be shamed if he committed the crime. To spare them this perceived humiliation, he decided to kill them. The murders, on the night of March 19, 2012, Trey drove to his parents' house armed with a rifle. Entering through the garage, he called for his mother. Startled, Ronda rushed out to check on him, only to be met with four gunshots to the chest. Trey then moved to the living room, where he encountered Mark, who was shot once in the head. Finally, he entered his parents' bedroom and shot his father twice. While inspecting the house, Tray noticed a trail of blood leading to the bathroom.

Mark, still alive, had crawled there in a desperate attempt to escape. Trey followed him and delivered a final shot to his head. After killing his family, Trey trashed the house, overturning furniture, killing the family pets, and scrawling cryptic messages on the walls. He then loaded his car with weapons and drove to the parking lot of Waller High School, planning to carry out his shooting the next morning. However, consumed by guilt, he abandoned his plan and drove to a friend's house instead. The aftermath, the murders were discovered the next day when relatives, unable to contact the family, called the police.

Officers arrived at the scene and quickly identified Trey as the prime suspect. He was arrested less than 24 hours later at his friend's house. In custody, Trey confessed to the killings but exhibited bizarre behavior. At times, he was emotionless, at others, he broke down in tears. He expressed regret but also seemed proud of his actions, asking investigators about the order of deaths and whether his family had suffered. Life sentence and legacy, Trey pleaded guilty to the murders and was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. He chose not to appeal, stating that he was a danger to society and deserved his punishment. The case sparked widespread debate, particularly in the online community.

Former fans and acquaintances speculated about Trey's mental health and whether warning signs had been missed. Some even suggested that Trey may have committed other crimes, though no evidence supported these claims. Conspiracy theories emerged, with some alleging Trey had been manipulated or that he was covering for another perpetrator. Rumors and reality, in the years since Trey's incarceration, rumors have persisted about his fate. Some blogs and forums have falsely claimed that he died in prison. However, the Texas Department of Criminal Justice still lists him as an active inmate, debunking these claims. A tragic reminder. Trey Cesseler's story is a chilling reminder of how a seemingly normal person can unravel.

It's a tale of missed opportunities, mental health struggles, and unthinkable violence. For those who followed, Mr. Anime, it serves as a haunting lesson that not everything online is as it seems. So, what's your take on this case? Do you think there were signs that could have prevented this tragedy? Or is this simply a reminder of how unpredictable people can be? He spent a good while wandering around, scanning each street, each neighborhood, until finally, he found the perfect house. It wasn't just any house, it was the one.

Secluded enough, but not too isolated. Wealthy-looking, but not ostentatiously secured. The kind of place where people felt safe. And that was exactly what he needed. Without hesitation, he scaled the garden wall, his movements fluid, practiced. The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth, the distant high. of the city murmuring behind him. He landed softly, crouching for a moment to make sure no lights flickered on inside. Nothing. Good. He moved toward the front door. It was a standard

lock, not the high-tech kind some houses had. A little patience, a little force, and it gave way with a soft click. He stepped inside, greeted by the faint scent of polished wood and old perfume. This was it. His eyes scanned the living room, luxurious, yet lived in. The kind of home where people had spent years building memories. It almost made him pause, almost made him feel something. But that moment was fleeting. He moved swiftly through the house, through the kitchen, the dining room, the bathroom, before making his way upstairs.

The master bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Inside, two figures slept soundly. A husband and wife, peaceful in their ignorance. He stepped forward, gripping the knife tightly, his heart pounding not with fear, but with anticipation. It all started back in 2004, in the bustling city of Seoul, South Korea. That was when people, specifically, young women working as prostitutes, started vanishing. At first, their employers thought they were just running away. After all, these girls had dreams, aspirations. Working the streets was never meant to be their final destination. But soon,

things took a darker turn. One night, an employer received a call from one of the missing girls' phones. His heart leaped. Maybe she had just gone off somewhere, maybe she was safe. But when he answered, the voice on the other end wasn't hers. It was a man. The last client she had seen before she disappeared. That wasn't normal. That wasn't right.

Something was very, very wrong. Panic spread. Calls were made. Other men in the business, owners of clubs, brothels, started talking. And that's when they realized the pattern. Every girl that had vanished had one thing in common, the same last client. And that's when they uncovered the horrifying truth about Yu-Yung Chul. Yu-Yung Chul was born on April 18, 1970, in a small village in South Korea.

He was the third of four children in a struggling household. His family barely scraped by, living in near poverty. Some sources say that both he and his younger sister were unplanned, adding even more strain to an already struggling family. Eventually, his parents divorced, and he ended up living with his grandmother. Young Chul had a rough start. He was colorblind and suffered from epilepsy, which made him stand out from other kids in all the wrong ways. But he wasn't just another troubled child, he had an artistic streak.

He loved music and painting, passions that, at the time, seemed like they might lead him somewhere. His childhood, however, was anything but easy. His family lived in the Mapo District of Seoul, one of the poorest areas in the same. city at the time. They didn't even have running water. If they wanted to drink, bathe, or cook, they had to haul water from a public well. But for a brief moment, things seemed to be looking up. His father had fought in the Vietnam War.

When he returned in 1975, he came back with money, more money than the family had ever seen. He used it to invest in business ventures and even opened a comic book store. For a while, life was good. They had food, decent clothes. They moved in with their father and his new wife. But things didn't stay good for long. The investments were reckless. One by one, they failed.

And soon, the money was gone. Their stepmother, once tolerable, turned into their worst nightmare. She despised Young Choll's younger sister, constantly berating and beating her. The household became a war zone. One of his older brothers had had enough and ran away. And not long after, Young Chul and his sister followed his lead. He was only eight years old. They sought refuge with their mother.

She didn't have much, but she did her best. She made sure they were fed, enrolled them in school, and tried to raise them well. From the outside, young Chul was the perfect child, respectful, diligent, a good student. He got good grades, teachers liked him, and he had dreams like any other kid. He wanted to be rich, to live in a mansion, to be happy. But behind closed doors, things were different. He wasn't just a student, he was a caretaker. He did all the housework.

He cooked, cleaned, managed everything. And the other kids noticed. One day, he brought his lunch to school, sticky white rice mixed with mashed beans. His classmates took one look and laughed, mocking him, calling it prison food. Still, he adored his father. Whenever he could, he'd visit. But only when his stepmother wasn't around. He had to be careful.

And then, one day, everything changed. His stepmother left. His father spiraled into depression, drank heavily, and one night, he died in a car accident. That loss shaped him. He swore he wouldn't end up like his father, a failure. He would make something of himself. He'd get an education, build a career, become an artist. That was the goal.

In 1984, he started high school, focusing on the arts. But in 1987, rejection hit him hard. His dream was crushed. He wasn't accepted into the programs he wanted. And that was when his resentment began to fester. He started believing that the world was against him, that the rich always won, and that people like him, poor, struggling, were doomed from the start. That same year, he broke into a neighbor's house and stole a Sony recorder and a guitar.

It was a small crime, but he wasn't careful. The police caught him, red-handed. The consequences were severe, he was sent to a juvenile detention center. And more than that, he lost the chance to finish his education. His future, as he saw it, was over. By 1991, he had met a massage therapist named Huang M.O. They started dating, and for a while, he seemed happy. His anger simmered down.

But then, in December of that same year, his landlord raised his rent. Instead of dealing with it legally, he broke into the landlord's office and stole camera and some money. Again, bad luck struck, he was caught. This time, he was sentenced to 10 months in prison. When he got out, he tried to live normally. He married Huang M.O. They had a child. But money was tight. In 1993, he stole a car, which got him another eight-month prison sentence. When he was released, he was sent to a psychiatric hospital, where he was supposedly diagnosed with manic depressive disorder. He stayed there until 1995, but as soon as he got out, the cycle continued.

More crimes, more prison time. In 1998, he was sentenced to two years for impersonating a police officer to commit a robbery. His wife forgave him again and again. But in 2000, he did something she couldn't ignore. He assaulted a 15-year-old girl. That was it. She divorced him and took full custody of their son. That betrayal burned deep.

Sitting in prison, he stued in his hatred. He didn't just want to steal anymore. He wanted revenge. Revenge on his ex-wife. Revenge on society. Revenge on the rich. He wanted to make them suffer. And that's when he found his inspiration, a book about a notorious South Korean serial killer.

Someone who only targeted the wealthy. Someone who killed without remorse. That was the path he chose. That was the man he would become. When he was released in 2003, he put his plan into action. To be continued. The first time Zhang Shul committed a crime, he had no idea what he was doing. It was chaotic, messy, and unplanned.

He walked out of the room, locked the door behind him, wiped the blood off his hands with a towel, and was about to leave when he realized something, he had left the knife next to the bodies. Panic set in. He turned back, kicked the door open, grabbed the knife. and then decided to make it look like a robbery. He pulled clothes out of the closets, scattered shoes around, and flipped everything upside down. Thinking he had done enough to mislead the police, he walked away, unaware that he had left a partial shoe print on the door frame. That first experience taught him a lot.

He learned how to act quickly, how to cover his tracks, and how to be more efficient. One key change. From that point on, he carried the knife for safety but only used his hammer for attacks. Another lesson. Timing. He realized that early mornings were the best time to strike, most young people had left for work, leaving only the elderly behind. Armed with these ideas, on October 9th, he struck again, this time in the Jong-yo district.

He spotted a church, scanned the nearby streets, found a nice-looking house, and sneaked in through the backyard. His first victim was an 85-year-old grandmother, Canyonu. He ended her life with several blows from his hammer. Next was her 60-year-old daughter, Lee Sojean. And finally, he killed her disabled grandson, Go Ginoo, who was 35. All three were murdered the same way. When he finished, he trashed the place to make it look like a robbery again, clothes everywhere, shoes scattered, then made his escape.

After that, he took a break for a few days. But on October 16, he was ready again. This time, he targeted Gondom, where he killed a woman named Zhang Gai, who was 60. A month later, on November 18th, he struck in Jong-yo again. Breaking into another home, he murdered 87-year-old Kim Jong-sho and his 53-year-old housekeeper, Bei Jiha. Here's where things got especially eerie. According to some sources, there was a baby in that house.

But instead of harming the child, Zhang Shul simply covered it with a blanket. Then he went about his usual routine, turning the place inside out to make it look like a break-in. But this time, something caught his attention, a safe. He tried to open it using a knife and a golf club, smashing it repeatedly. In the process, he injured himself, leaving behind his own blood. He attempted to clean it up, but he knew forensic experts could still find traces. Panicking, he grabbed a coat from the house, set the entire place on fire, and left. Unfortunately for him, this reckless move left behind a trail of evidence, fingerprints and

the security camera recording. The camera didn't capture his face, but it was enough to make the police start connecting the For a while, Zhang Shul had other things on his mind. He was fighting to see his son, but his ex-wife wouldn't allow it. He figured that if he could make enough money, he could request shared custody. But, of course, he didn't go about it legally. His method? Posing as a police officer and extorting money from pimps and prostitutes.

This scheme earned him around $4,000. With that, he rented an apartment in Mapo for $450 a month. This new lifestyle led him down a dangerous path. Extorting prostitutes quickly turned into an obsession. Every week, he would hire their services, but he kept up his clean-cut image. His neighbors saw him as a quiet, polite man. Even police officers near his home thought he was just an average, well-mannered guy. No one suspected a thing.

Then came December 11, 2003. That's when he met the woman who changed everything. That night, he hired a prostitute. When she knocked on his door, he opened it and was immediately smitten. She was young, beautiful, and well-mannered. He fell for her instantly. Over the next few weeks, they continued to meet, and before long, he proposed to her. But she didn't trust him.

Something felt off. She did some digging and discovered his past, his time in prison, his history of theft, and, worse, that he was extorting prostitutes. Disgusted, she rejected him. That rejection sent him spiraling into his. his next wave of crimes. Now, his targets changed. No longer was he killing wealthy individuals, now, he wanted to kill prostitutes. But before he fully committed to this new mission, he had some loose ends to tie up. In early 2004, he murdered three men. On February 9th, he killed

Chun Yinday, a 47-year-old man. On March 16, he strangled Kijingu, a 23-year-old, then dismembered his body and dumped the parts along a nearby trail. On April 14th, he killed Hanjay Sung, a 44-year-old man who had allegedly sold him fake Viagra. This murder was particularly gruesome, he handcuffed the man, locked him inside his own truck, chopped off his hands, and set him on fire. With that out of the way, he was free to launch his next killing spree. Zhang Shul had an unusual habit, he collected brothel business cards. When the police later raided his apartment, they found hundreds of them scattered all over,

on the bed, in drawers, in his pockets. On May 8, 2004, he used one of those cards to contact a 25-year-old woman named Kim J.E. Sue. When she arrived at his apartment, he invited her to take a bath. She agreed, undressed, and got into the tub. That's when he struck, smashing her head with his hammer. He dismembered her body and disposed of it near the Gongwong temple outside of Seoul. It took him two trips because the remains were so heavy. with how smoothly it went, he repeated this method for his next eight murders.

Between May 7th and July 13th, he killed eight women, all between 24 and 35 years old. The pattern was always the same, invite them over, offer a bath, attack them, dismember the bodies, and bury the remains near the temple. At first, he thought he was getting away with it. The pints assumed their girls had simply run away. It wasn't unusual for young, attractive women to quit sex work and disappear. But the internet was buzzing with speculation. Then, on July 9, 2004, a journalist from the Jong-ong Daily published an article titled

Murders in Seoul, Serial Killer at Work. That's when the nickname stuck. A year earlier, a South Korean movie called Memories of Murder had been released. It was based on a real series of murders from the 1980s and 90s, in which the killer targeted women wearing red on rainy nights. Because of the similarities, the media dubbed Zhang Shuled the Raincoat killer. But he didn't care. He thought he was invincible.

That arrogance led to his downfall. On July 15, 2004, he went out to have some fun. One thing led to another, and he was arrested in the neighborhood of Yoxham for assaulting a prostitute. Knowing he was in trouble, he faked a seizure, claiming he had a leg injury and was having an epileptic episode. The police bought it. They relaxed, and he seized the opportunity to escape.

He ran straight to his mother's house, believing he was safe. But his carelessness had already doomed him. One of the pimps he had extorted noticed something strange, Zhang Shul had used a missing woman's phone to call him, requesting another girl. Suspicious, he checked his records and realized every missing girl's last known client had been the same man. On July 16th, at 2 a.m., the police set a trap. John Shul called to request a young, attractive escort. Instead, they sent an older, unattractive woman. Furious, he called back to complain, demanding a replacement. This time, they sent a girl with a hidden tracker. When he let her in,

the police moved in and arrested him. In custody, he showed no remorse. He confessed to 26 murders, even claiming he had eaten the livers of four victims. Ultimately, he was convicted of 20 murders and sentenced to death. And today, at 51 years old, he's still sitting on death row, waiting for his final day. Who gets the date? The Sinister Tale of Rodney Alcala, Bachelor number one, Bachelor number two, or Bachelor number three, who gets the date? The audience holds its breath. The contestant ponderes for a moment before answering, well, I like bananas, so I'll go with, number one. Cheers erupt as Bachelor number one grins ear to ear.

This is the dating game, one of America's most popular TV shows from the 1960s to the 1980s. It's fun, it's quirky, and it's wildly entertaining for millions of viewers. But here's the dark twist, one of its contestants wasn't just a lot of it. an eligible bachelor. He was a predator, a cold-blooded killer hiding in plain sight. And that bachelor? None other than Rodney Alcala, a man whose charm disguised his monstrous crimes. The early years, the rise of a nice guy, Rodney James Alcala was born on August 23, 1943, in San Antonio, Texas. His parents, Anna Maria Gutierrez and Raoul Alcala, probably had no idea that their little boy would grow up to become one of the most

infamous serial killers in American history. By 1951, the Alcala family moved to Mexico for personal reasons. Just three years later, Roel abandoned the family, leaving Rodney's mother to raise him and his siblings on her own. Despite this upheaval, Rodney was far from the troubled child stereotype. On the contrary, he was polite, well-behaved, and exceptionally intelligent. When the family relocated to Los Angeles, Rodney continued to impress those around him. He was the perfect student, always punctual, responsible, and seemingly harmless. At 17, he joined the U.S. Army and served as a clerk. Everything seemed normal. Until it wasn't. The nervous breakdown. Three years into his military service, Rodney abruptly left his post. No warning, no explanation,

he just disappeared. When the army tracked him down, he was arrested for desertion and underwent a psychological evaluation. The diagnosis. Antisocial person personality disorder. He had a nervous breakdown, according to the reports, though Rodney himself could never clearly explain what triggered it. With this, his military career ended, and he returned to live with his mother. But Rodney didn't waste time. He enrolled at UCLA, pursuing a degree in fine arts. Professors loved him, classmates admired him, and his grades were stellar. It seemed like Rodney was destined for a successful, artistic career. That is, until 1968, when his twisted tendencies came to light.

The first crime, Tali Shapiro. One day, while driving through Hollywood, Rodney spotted an eight-year-old girl named Tully Shapiro walking to school. Tally, with her backpack slung over her shoulder, didn't realize she was being watched by a predator. Rodney pulled up beside her and offered her a ride. At first, Tully refused. But Rodney, armed with charm and persuasion,

convinced her he was a family friend and a professional photographer. Against her better judgment, Talley got in the car. What Rodney didn't know was that another man saw the interaction and thought something seemed, off. This good Samaritan followed Rodney's car and called the police. When officers arrived at Rodney's apartment, they knocked on the door. Rodney, calm as ever, asked four, two minutes to get dressed. But those two minutes were all he needed to escape through the back door. Inside, police found Tully unconscious on the floor, beaten and bleeding, but miraculously

alive. She spent four months in a coma but ultimately survived. However, her family, terrified for their safety, fled the country. Meanwhile, Rodney vanished, leaving authorities with little to go on. The disappearing act, after the attack on Talley, Rodney reinvented himself. He fled to New York and adopted the alias, John Berger. Under this new identity, he enrolled at NYU, where he studied under the legendary film director Roman Polansky. During this time, Rodney blended seamlessly into the bustling New York art scene. He even landed a job at a girls' camp in New Hampshire, charming campers and staff alike. Little did they know, the man teaching photography workshops was a fugitive and a predator. But Rodney's luck couldn't last forever. Two campers

recognized his face on a wanted poster and alerted authorities. He was arrested and extradited to California for the attempted murder of Tully Shapiro. Justice, or lack thereof, here's where the system failed. Talley's family, still in fear, refused to let her testify. Without her testimony, prosecutors had to settle for a lesser charge, assault. Rodney was sentenced to just 17 months in prison. Yes, you read that right, 17 months. He was released on parole, only to re-offend almost immediately. His next victim was a 13-year-old girl named Julie J, whom he lured into his car with promises of a fun adventure. Thankfully, police intervened before Rodney could cause serious harm. This time, he served two years for kidnapping. Upon his

release, Rodney convinced his parole officer to let him travel to New York, claiming he wanted to visit his mother. What he actually did was commit more crimes. A trail of victims, in 1977, 23-year-old Ellen Jane Hover disappeared in New York City. Her name was found in Rodney's possession, but with no concrete evidence, police couldn't charge him. Back in California, Rodney continued his killing spree. His modus operandi. Charm women offered to take their photos, then attack. By this time, he'd amassed a collection of over 900 photos, many of which were explicit. The dating game appearance. In 1978, Rodney did something truly audacious. He appeared on national television as a contestant on the dating game. Introduced as a successful photographer, Rodney charmed

the audience and the bachelorette, Cheryl Bradshaw. But after the show, Cheryl refused to go on a date with him, citing an off feeling. She dodged a bullet, literally. Final crimes and capture, Rodney's crimes escalated. In 1979, he abducted and killed a 12-year-old girl named Robin Samso. Her murder finally led to his capture. During the investigation, police uncovered a storage unit belonging to Rodney. Inside, they found jewelry from his victims in hundreds of photos, many of which were used to identify missing persons. The trials, Rodney stood trial three times. times, each more dramatic than the last. In his final trial, he acted as his own attorney, questioning witnesses, including the mother of one of his victims. His behavior was chilling,

yet he remained smug and unrepentant. In 2010, Rodney Alcala was sentenced to death. Authorities believe he could be responsible for up to 130 murders. Legacy of a monster, Rodney Alcala died in 2021 while awaiting execution. His case remains one of the most chilling examples of how charisma can mask true evil. Even today, his photo collection haunts investigators. Many of his victims remain unidentified, and families are left with questions that may never be answered. So next time someone flashes a charming smile, remember, not everyone is what they seem. Sometimes, behind the charisma lies a monster. Ted Bundy, a name that conjures up a mix of curiosity, fear, and disbelief. How could someone so seemingly charismatic and polished mask

such a dark and horrifying side. Let's take a deep dive into the layers of his life, starting with the facade he created about his, perfect upbringing and moving toward the chilling reality of his crimes. The man who played the perfect gentleman, the courtroom was tense. Bundy, acting as his own attorney, called Carol Boone as his sole witness. He asked her to speak about his character. With unwavering composure, she described him as, kind, warm, and patient, a positive influence in her life. Then, in a shocking twist, Ted proposed to her right there in court. Carol, incredibly, said yes.

This moment, bizarre as it may seem, wasn't just a courtroom drama, it was a glimpse into Bundy's ability to manipulate even under the direst circumstances. A normal childhood. Ted loved to boast about his idyllic upbringing. According to him, he had a wonderful home life, with loving and devout Christian parents who neither smoked nor drank. No abuse, no arguments, just wholesome, family-centered living. But here's the thing, this picture-perfect story was far from the truth.

Ted Bundy was born Theodore Robert Cowell on November 24, 1946, in Burlington, Vermont. His mother, Eleanor Louise Cowell, better known as Louise, was just 22 years old and unmarried at the time, an immense scandal in those days. To avoid public shame, she gave birth at a home for unwed mothers and later returned to her parents' house with baby Ted. From the start, Ted's paternity was a mystery. Some sources claim his father was a war veteran named Lloyd Marshall, others suggest it was a man named Jack Worthington. The darkest rumor, however, points to a possible incestuous relationship between Louise and her own father, Samuel Cowell. Regardless of the truth, Louise's parents

decided to raise Ted as their own child, leading him to believe his mother was actually his older sister. It wasn't until much later that Ted discovered the shocking truth. Behind closed doors, life in the Cowell household was far from stable. Samuel Cowell, Ted's grandfather, was a tyrant with a quick temper and deep hatred for just about everyone. He often ranted about politics, religion, and society while verbally and physically abusing his family. On one occasion, he reportedly dragged one of his daughters out of bed and threw her down the

stairs as punishment for oversleeping. He also had bizarre episodes where he talked to people who weren't there, hinting at severe mental illness. Louise, Ted's mother, wasn't much of a stabilizing force either. She struggled with depression and lacked the emotional capacity to care for her children properly. Growing up in such a toxic environment, Ted developed into a quiet, withdrawn, an overly obedient child. But there were early signs of trouble. A creepy kid, one day, when Ted was just three years old, his aunt woke up from a nap to find her bed surrounded by knives, with young Ted standing at the foot of the bed, grinning. While most kids play with toys, Ted's fascination with sharp objects

and control hinted at a darker side that would later surface in horrifying ways. As he got older, Ted began torturing animals, a classic red flag. He didn't just enjoy killing them, he relished the process, finding a twisted sense of order in the chaos of their suffering. This sense of control would later define his violent tendencies toward human victims. A change of scenery. When Ted was four, Louise packed up their lives and moved to Tacoma, Washington, leaving behind her parents and the toxic environment they created. She married Johnny Culpeper Bundy, a humble cook, and gave Ted his now infamous last name. Together, Louise and Johnny had four more children, leaving Ted feeling overshadowed and isolated. Despite his alienation

at home, Ted excelled in school. He was a bright, polite, and punctual student who earned excellent grades. However, he struggled with social interactions, finding it difficult to connect with his peers. While other kids were busy forming friendships, Ted remained aloof, unable to understand the nuances of social bonds. Early hints of violence. By the time Ted was 14, his dark side began to manifest more clearly. A neighbor, and Marie Burr, disappeared without a trace, and though Ted denied any involvement, many speculate this could have been his first crime. Around the same time, he started dabbling in theft and even got arrested twice for stealing cars. Fortunately for him, Washington state law expunged juvenile records at 18, giving Ted a clean

slate. College years and heartbreak. After graduating high school, Ted attended the University of Puget Sound for a year before transferring to the University of Washington in 1966. It was there that he met Stephanie Brooks, a beautiful, sophisticated young woman who would leave a lasting mark on his psyche. Stephanie was everything Ted aspired to be, confident, ambitious, and socially connected. But when she realized Ted lacked direction and ambition, she ended their relationship, devastating him. Ted became obsessed with winning Stephanie back, but his motives weren't purely romantic. He wanted revenge. Over the next few years, Ted worked on transforming himself into the kind of man Stephanie would admire. He re-enrolled in college,

became involved in politics, and even worked as a volunteer for a Republican presidential campaign. By 1973, Ted's efforts paid off, Stephanie was impressed and began dating him again. But this time, Ted held the upper hand. In a calculated move, Ted proposed to Stephanie, only to abruptly cut off all contact with her after she accepted. When she finally managed to confront him, Ted coldly replied, I have no idea what you're talking about, and hung up. This cruel act of manipulation was just a prelude to the far darker games Ted would play with his future victims. A double life, while rekindling his romance with Stephanie, Ted was also dating Elizabeth Klobfer, a single mother who described him as a loving partner and doting father figure to her daughter. Elizabeth had no idea she was sharing her boyfriend with another woman, or that Ted's darker impulses were beginning to surface.

In 1974, Ted dropped out of law school and began working at the Seattle Crime Prevention Advisory Commission, where he even wrote a pamphlet on how to avoid becoming a victim of crime. Ironically, this same year marked the beginning of his killing spree. The killing spree begins. Ted's early attacks followed a chilling pattern. He would break into women's homes at night, bludgeon them unconscious, and then assault them. His first known victim was Karen Sparks, an 18-year-old college student. On January 4, 1974, Ted broke into her apartment, beat her with a metal rod, and left her in a coma for 10 days. She survived but suffered permanent brain damage. Just a month later, Ted escalated his violence.

On February 1st, he kidnapped and killed Linda and Healy, another young college student. Unlike Karen, Linda's body was never found, but her blood-soaked bed told a horrifying story. By now, Ted had developed a clear victim profile, young, a traction. of women with long, dark hair parted in the middle, eerily similar to Stephanie Brooks. The charismatic killer, realizing the risks of breaking into homes, Ted changed his tactics. He began luring women in broad daylight by pretending to be injured, using crops like a sling or crutches. With his boyish good looks and charming demeanor, women were quick to trust him.

He would ask for help carrying books or loading items into his car, and when they let their guard down, he struck. Ted's infamous Volkswagen Beetle became a key part of his crimes. He removed the passenger seat, giving him space to hide his victims while driving unnoticed. Over the next few months, Ted abducted and murdered several women, including Donna Gail Manson, Susan Rancourt, and Brenda Carroll Ball. Despite his growing body count, Ted continued to maintain his public persona as a hardworking, caring individual.

He even took a job at a government agency dedicated to finding missing women, a grim irony that underscores his manipulative nature. Ted Bundy, one of history's most infamous serial killers, lived a life filled with charm, manipulation, and terror. At first glance, he was the epitome of the boy next door, educated, charismatic, and outwardly normal. But beneath that facade lurked a darkness that led to the brutal deaths of dozens of women across the United States. Before delving into the chilling details, let's rewind a bit to set the stage. Bundy worked for a government agency in his early days, helping search for missing women, a grim foreshadowing of what was to come. It was during this time that he met a woman named Carol, a key figure who would reappear

later in his story. By the 1970s, Bundy was deep into his killing spree. Fueled by a sense of invincibility, he believed his methods were flawless. His preferred tactic. Faining vulnerability, often pretending to be injured or in need of help. This strategy worked terrifyingly well on women, whose kindness and willingness to assist a stranger became their undoing. The day at Lake Sammamish, one of Bundy's most infamous crimes took place on July 14, 1974, at Lake Samamish in Issaquah, Washington. That day, the lake buzzed with activity, families, couples, elderly folks, and, of course, young women were all there enjoying the sunshine.

Among them was Bundy, blending in seamlessly with the crowd in summer clothes and a cast on his arm. He roamed the area in his signature. Volkswagen Beetle, approaching women with a charming smile and a story about needing help with his car. One of these women was Janice Ott, a 23-year-old parole officer enjoying a day off. Janice, seeing nothing amiss, agreed to accompany him. Tragically, she was never seen alive again. Just hours later, Bundy struck again, targeting 19-year-old Denise Nasland, who had stepped away from her friends to use the restroom. Like Janice, Denise disappeared without a trace, leaving her friends and family frantic. Panic quickly spread, and the local police, led by Detective Robert Keppel,

launched a massive investigation. Keppel wasted no time. He plastered photos of Janice and Denise Everywhere, newspapers, TV stations, radio broadcasts, and even billboards. He also asked the public for photos taken at the lake that day, hoping to catch a glimpse of the missing women or a clue about their abductor. Despite this extensive effort, none of the photos yielded useful information. A break in the case, a crucial lead came from a 15-year-old girl who had been at the lake that day. She reported seeing a man named Ted with his arm in a sling talking to Janice. Her description matched similar accounts from other witnesses. The man, Ted, was said to drive a Volkswagen Beetle. Based on these reports, a composite sketch was created and widely

distributed. The floodgates opened. More than 200 people contacted the police, claiming to recognized the man in the sketch. Among them was Elizabeth Klobfer, Bundy's girlfriend at the time. Despite her call, authorities initially dismissed her concerns. After all, Bundy was educated, employed, and had no criminal record, hardly the profile of a serial killer. But the truth couldn't stay hidden forever. On September 6, 1974, a grin discovery was made near Lake Samanish, the remains of Janice and Denise. Shockingly, the site also contained bones belonging to George Ann Hawkins, a woman who had vanished months earlier. This discovery marked the beginning of a horrifying pattern. Six months later, another grim scene unfolded at Taylor Mountain. More

remains were uncovered, belonging to several missing women, Roberta Kathleen Parks, Brenda Carol Ball, Susan Rancourt, and Linda and Healy. Forensic analysis suggested the bodies had decomposed under similar conditions, indicating they had been stored together before being dumped. This chilling revelation confirmed what Keppel feared, a serial killer was on the loose. Bundy's moves and escalation, realizing the heat was on in Washington, Bundy fled to Utah in August 1974. There, he resumed his double life, law student by day, predator by night. Over the next several months, young women began disappearing at an alarming rate. His victims included 16-year-old Nancy Wilcox, 17-year-old Melissa Smith, and 17-year-old Laura and Anne.

Each case bore Bundy's hallmarks, charm, deceit, and violence. He adapted his appearance frequently, altering his hair, growing or shaving facial hair, and changing his overall look. This constant transformation made him hard to track. Bundy also displayed a disturbing post-mortem obsession. He would dress up his victims, apply makeup, and even paint their nails. Though he admitted to dismembering some victims, he vehemently denied these macabre rituals, finding them too humiliating to confess. In November 1974, Bundy attempted to abduct 18-year-old Carol

Durantz by posing as a police officer. Despite his convincing act, Durantz grew suspicious and fought back, managing to escape. Her courage and detailed account provided a crucial lead, though Bundy continued to evade capture. A cross-country nightmare, Bundy's killing spree spanned multiple states. In Colorado, he murdered Karen Campbell, Julie Cunningham, and Denise Oliversson, among others. He even targeted children, including 12-year-old Lynette Don Culver, a crime so vile that Bundy refused to discuss it later. By 1975, Bundy's reckless behavior finally caught up with him. A routine traffic stop in Utah led to his arrest. Inside his car, police found a horrifying array of tools, a ski mask, ice pick, rope, and handcuffs. These items, combined with

Durantia's testimony, tied Bundy to her attempted abduction. He was charged and jailed, but his cunning hadn't diminished. Bundy represented himself in court, exploiting legal loopholes to gain access to law libraries. During one such visit, he escaped by jumping from a second-story window. Though recaptured days later, Bundy escaped again in December 1977. This time, he lost enough weight to squeeze through a hole in his cell ceiling. The final killing spree, after his second escape, Bundy traveled to Florida, where his brutality reached new heights. On January 15th, 1978, he broke into the Chi Omega Sorority House at Florida State University. In a frenzied attack, he killed Margaret Bowman and Lisa Levy and injured several others. Bundy then abducted and

murdered Kimberly Leach, a 12-year-old girl, in his final known crime. Despite his attempts to lay low, Bundy's luck ran out in February 1978 when he was arrested for driving a stolen vehicle. This time, there was no escape. The evidence against him, including bite marks on victims and eyewitness testimony, was overwhelming. Trial, fame, and execution. Bundy's trial was a media circus. Representing himself again, he turned the courtroom into a stage, charming onlookers and taunting prosecutors. At one point, he proposed to his girlfriend Carol Boone in court, solidifying his image as a manipulative showman. Ultimately, Bundy was convicted and sentenced to death in Florida. During his nine years on death row, he received fan mail from women captivated

by his charisma, a disturbing testament to his manipulative power. He confessed to over 30 murders but hinted at more, leaving many cases unsolved. On January 24, 1989, Bundy was executed in the electric chair. Crowds outside the prison cheered as his reign of terror ended. Some wondered if Bundy ever felt remorse. His own words suggest otherwise, I don't feel guilty for anything. I feel sorry for people who feel guilt. I was kidnapped near school by a man who forced me into his car. For nine years, I didn't dare take a single step outside his house. Today, I went outside for the first time.

At the beginning of the year 2000, a girl in very poor health ended up in a Japanese hospital. She was very thin, dirty, had extremely pale skin, and severely cracked lips. The doctors asked her who she was, how old she was. was, and who had brought her in, but she was unable to respond. She spoke in whispers, stuttering as if she were afraid that at any moment someone was going to hit her. That's when she confessed that for the past nine years she had lived through a terrible hell. This case begins with a 28-year-old man named Nobuyukisato. We know very little about his personal life, so there are two versions. The first version says that he was always a normal guy,

studious, kind, respectful, and even went to university. But when his father died, he changed forever. The second version says that he was never any good, always problematic, troubled, didn't study, and didn't want to work. This version says his father was violent towards him and his mother, and when the father died, Nobuyuki took his place. In 1989, Nobuyuki lived with his mother in the city of Koshuazaki. Everyone in the neighborhood said, their relationship was anything but idyllic. Nobuyuki would break doors and windows, and on several occasions, people saw his mother with bruises all over her body. In fact, someone once reported to the police that the woman had a black eye, but let me be clear, no one ever

did anything. They saw the woman cry, scream, covered in injuries, but no one ever defended her. At one point, after beating his mother, Nobuyuki decided to look for a new victim outside the house. That's when, on June 13, 1989, he attempted to kidnap a girl at knife point. Unfortunately for him, there were several witnesses, and the police quickly arrested him. On September 19th of that same year, Nobuyuki went to prison, but supposedly because he had no prior record, he only spent a few months behind bars and was then released. And that's when the first strange point in this case occurs, upon his release, his entire criminal record was erased. His name no longer appeared in any database, not as an aggressor,

not as a kidnapper. Nobuyuki Sato simply didn't exist in police records. No one understands how this was possible, whether it was a system failure or police negligence. But it's important to note that shortly after being released, Nobuyuki carried out a new kidnapping, and this time it worked. Again, there are two versions. The first says Nobuyuki chose his victim at random, simply saw her in the street and kidnapped her. The second says he had it all carefully planned, he knew who to kidnap, when, and how. The victim was a nine-year-old girl named Fusakosano. Fusakosano, better known in the media as Sachiko Yamada, was born in 1981 in the city of Sanjo, one of the daughters of a very humble family.

Her whole family worked in rice fields, her parents, uncles, grandparents, and probably she would too in the future. However, while she was growing up, she could still dream of a different future, of being a teacher, a veterinarian, a doctor. At the age of nine, Fusaco was very responsible, sociable, outgoing. She loved sports, going out with friends.

She was a completely normal girl. She did her homework, paid attention in class, and got good grades. And every day, she followed the same routine, wake up early, eat breakfast, go alone to school, attend class, come home, have a snack, do homework, and go to the fields with her parents. Every day was the same routine, and every day she walked the same streets home. But on November 13, 1990, something strange happened. Her parents were working in the fields when they realized their daughter hadn't arrived. Minutes passed, hours passed, and Fusaco wasn't there.

Fusaco was very responsible and was never late, so her parents dropped everything, went to the police, and reported her disappearance. And here we faced the same problem as always, according to the police, it was too early to report a disappearance, not even 24 hours had passed. The area wasn't dangerous, and child kidnappings were rare. Still, the police offered the following hypotheses. The first option was that the girl had run away. Kids aged 9 to 10 sometimes run off with a backpack and sandwiches for a few hours. But Fusaco wasn't like that. She loved her life, her school, her friends, the countryside.

It made no sense for her to suddenly want to flee. The second option was that she had been kidnapped. But once again, Sanjo was a peaceful town, without criminals or trouble. And when police searched the database for suspected child kidnappers, they found no one. The third option was perhaps the most bizarre, police suspected North Korea might be involved. Between the 1970s and 1980s, North Korea, under the regime of Kim Il-sung, carried out multiple abductions in nearby countries like South Korea, Japan, and China. In Japan alone, there was an official record.

From 1977 to 1983, Japan officially documented 17 disappearances, and I emphasize officially because it was speculated that between 80 and 90 people may have disappeared. These people were kidnapped by North Korea to serve several purposes, first, to teach Japanese language and culture to North Korean spies, second, to assume fake identities, and third, to force women around 20 years old to marry terrorists. Most victims were aged 20 to 30, without children, partners, or family. But among all the kidnappings, there was one exception, a 13-year-old girl named Megumi Yokota. So the police

quickly linked Fusakosano's case to these kidnappings, assuming that North Korea had abducted her. Perhaps someone important wanted to marry her, or use her her as a spy, or put her up for illegal adoption. Whatever the case, if North Korea was involved, Fusaco would never return home. The family was told there was nothing to be done. But the Sano family did not give up. They put up posters, contacted radio stations and TV, and Fusaco's face was everywhere. But without police support, finding her was nearly impossible.

So what exactly happened to Fusaco? You might be wondering, and some of you may have already guessed part of it. From this point on, I will give you all the details. On November 13, 1990, Nobuyuki was driving around Sanjo. No one knows why, whether he was looking for something or it was just chance, but he noticed a nine-year-old girl walking home alone. He stopped the car beside her, got out, and at knife point forced her into the trunk. That girl was, of course,

Fusaco Sano. Terrified, she obeyed. Nobuyuki drove 55 kilometers from Sanjo to Koshuazaki. Once there, he locked the girl in a room on the second floor of his house, and the nightmare began. He tied her hands and feet with duct tape and beat her repeatedly, demanding that she stay quiet. If she cried, screamed, spoke, or made any noise, he beat her, with objects, with his hands, and sometimes gave her electric shocks with a taser. She had no choice but to obey. Four weeks, the punishment continued, beatings, threats, insults. Then, at some point, Nobuyuki took duct tape and marked a square on the floor.

He told the girl to stay in that square 24 hours a day. Fusako had to sit silently in a tiny square, in a tiny room, without speaking or moving, like a statue. Because if she moved, he would beat her until he was tired. Fusako became so scared that even when the door was left open, she didn't try to escape. That's when Nobuyuki started to be generous. Once she lost her will, he began feeding her, one to three times a day, sometimes microwave food, sometimes homemade meals prepared by his mother downstairs. Hygiene was a privilege, showering, brushing teeth, urinating, all things she could only do. if she behaved. He also gave her clothes, apparently shared his own clothes with her as she

grew. He cut her hair like a boy and dressed her in his shirts and pants. As for contact with the outside world, Fusaco wasn't allowed to go out, take walks, shop, or even look at the stars. But the better she behaved, the closer she got to such privileges. After three months of captivity, he let her listen to the radio, but at very low volume, and only while staying in the square. After a year, he let her go downstairs to watch TV, but only horse races. Her task was to record them. If she failed or recorded incorrectly, she was beaten. For years, Nobuyuki abused his mother, humiliated, threatened, and beat her. And at some point, he used Fusako to do the same to another person. But even that wasn't enough for his rage.

In 1996, six years after Fusaco's kidnapping, his mother called the local health center to report her situation. She said her son beat her, abused her, made her life unbearable, and begged them to send someone, a police officer, a social worker. But sadly, no one listened. She endured it for four more years, for years of the same violence. Then, at some point, her son lost his job, and the violence increased. she noticed odd behavior he made her by more food than usual purchase feminine hygiene products and banned her from going upstairs if she tried even to clean he would beat her tired of everything on january 12th 2000 she called the health center again repeated the same story that her son abused her but once again no one listened so on january 19th of that same

month, she called again, and this time, she was heard. On January 28, two social workers arrived at the house. They spoke with the mother, saw her bruises, and decided to go upstairs. That's when Nobuyuki lost control, he hit the men, pushed them, threatened them. They immediately called the police. When officers arrived, Nobuyuki was sent to a psychiatric center, and the house was searched. That's when they found a 19-year-old girl who identified herself as Fusako Sano. She was very thin, dirty, dressed like a boy, and so weak she couldn't walk or speak. She was rushed to a hospital and once there, she declared, I was kidnapped near school by a man who forced me into his car. For nine years, I didn't dare take a single step outside his

house. Today, I went outside for the first time. After Fusacos confers, Nobuyuki Sato was sent to prison, and that's when the darkest part of the case began. The media uncovered disturbing facts. First, that nobuyuki had a record for attempted kidnapping, a record that had magically disappeared. Second, when Fusako was found, the chief of police in Nigata Prefecture, Koji Kobayashi, didn't even show up. They called and looked for him, and he was missing.

Many might think he was busy, but the truth is, He was playing board games with other officers. They had just found Fusako Sano after nine years, and this man wasn't supervising, didn't call the family, didn't investigate, didn't do anything. He was simply having fun with colleagues. But the inconsistencies don't end there. Apparently, the Japanese justice system wasn't prepared for this type of kidnapping. They didn't know how to act or how to punish such criminals.

And the sentence proposed for Nobuyuki Sato was ridiculous. He was charged with assault, underwear theft, and kidnapping. To defend himself, on May 23, 2000, Nobuyuki claimed mental insanity, which caused the trial to be suspended for a whole year. On September 6, 2001, psychiatrists declared him mentally fit, and the trial resumed. Incredibly, he was sentenced to only 14 years in prison, 14 years for kidd kidnapping a girl for nine. Fusaco Sano never recovered.

At nine, she was outgoing and friendly. At 19, she was the opposite. She didn't like people, barely spoke, but she found peace in some hobbies. She liked photography, sports, and eventually learned to drive. Other than that, nothing more is known, the Sano family kept everything private. So now it's your turn. What do you think of this case? Do you believe the sentence was fair?

The end. The story I'm about to share takes us to a small town called Stratford-upon-Avon, located in the southern part of Birmingham, England. It has always been a peaceful place, where everyone knew one another. Picture simple houses, people who farmed the land, raised animals, and lived quiet lives. In the year 1196, someone bought a small plot of land and decided to build their home on it. The chosen location was number 40, on Sheep Street. and quickly, a modest house and a barn were constructed. The property itself didn't stand out much, but over the years, as ownership changed hands,

the place gained significance. During the reign of King Henry VI, the house was purchased by one of his archers, a man named William Drive. While living there, he rose through the ranks, accumulating wealth. With his newfound riches, he decided to remodel the residence, transforming it into a Tudor-style home. He expanded the house, changed the facade, and redesigned the interior decor. The entire town began referring to it as the Shrive House, after its new owner. After William's death, the house was sold to William Rogers, who turned it into a tavern. Some sources suggest that the tavern was actually housed in a barn, while others believe it was inside the main building. Regardless of its exact location, this site quickly became a hotspot

for the locals. People from all walks of life came to the tavern, wealthy individuals, the working class, and everyone in between. It was all of the same. It was all the walks of life. It was all the always bustling with activity. With such a lively crowd, it wasn't uncommon for children to sneak in and steal from the drunk patrons, often taking wallets or drinks. Among these children was a little girl named Lucy. She was said to be around six or seven years old, with blonde hair and light-colored eyes. In a strange twist, there are even claims that William Shakespeare himself was a regular at the tavern. to some, William Rogers was the inspiration for the character of Falstaff, a comical figure

in Shakespeare's plays. While some might consider this a slight to Rogers, others argue that the two men were quite close, and their daughters, Elizabeth and Susan, were said to be best friends. So far, the story sounds pretty typical, no murders, no sinister deeds, just a normal tavern where people gathered, drank, and occasionally got into a few drunken arguments. However, things start to take a darker turn as we move into the 1640s. The house became the property of a man named John Gomer. Initially, there was nothing particularly special about him.

No one knew much about his background, where he came from, or what he did for a living. But two years later, his name became known far and wide. In August of 1642, the English Civil War broke out, and many buildings across the country were converted into makeshift hospitals. The interesting part of the story comes on October 23rd of that same year, when the Battle of Edgehill took place. As a result of the battle, there was a sudden need for more hospitals to treat the wounded soldiers. Two versions of events exist when it comes to Gomer's involvement.

One version suggests that he voluntarily offered the house to care for the injured soldiers. The other claims that he was forced to do so. Either way, the barn was quickly filled with wounded men, many of whom later died from their injuries. As time passed and the war ended, John Gomer went on to become the first mayor of the town. Years went by, and the house endured. It survived the Black Plague and the Second Civil War. During this period, it is said that hidden passages, secret chambers, and small alcoves were created within the house.

These were used to hide priests, criminals, and anyone else who needed to escape from the law. The house also withstood several fires, one in 1595 and another in 1614, both of which required extensive restoration. This part of the history is shrouded in mystery. There are many rumours that during the 17th century, the house became home to various criminals, murderers, and fugitives, though none of these claims have ever been substantiated. What we do know is that the house underwent several restorations in the years that followed,

most notably in 1908, 1947, and 1979. Each time, the goal was the same, to return the house to its original state, never aiming to modernize it or turn it into something new. Instead, the focus was on preserving its historical essence, the same essence it had when William Drive was its owner. Over time, the building became a museum, offering exhibits on the history of the house, the tavern, the Battle of Edgehill, and the town itself. But some visitors began to report strange happenings.

People started feeling cold spots, hearing whispers, and sensing unexplained presences. The owners at the time, Janet and John Fort, were skeptical and couldn't believe these claims. Curious, they began to investigate the reports and quickly found that some of the made sense within the context of the house's history. For instance, it was said that at the top of the stairs, the shadow of an archer could be seen. This figure was often associated with William Drive himself. Another frequent report was that of a ghostly child. Several visitors claimed to have seen a young girl's shadow, heard her laughter, or even caught glimpses of her running around. Some even said that she tried to steal their jewelry, watches, and bracelets. Though they

couldn't see her clearly, they could feel her presence. Many believed this could be the ghost of Lucy, the little girl who had stolen from the tavern patrons. Alongside the playful child ghost, visitors also reported feeling the presence of soldiers, dogs, and other figures from the past. The area where the tavern's bar once stood had a distinct smell of beer and tobacco. But not all the experiences were benign or curious. Some were downright unsettling.

People who entered the barn felt an overwhelming sense of pressure on their chance. chest, difficulty breathing, and a sudden onset of claustrophobia. They couldn't explain it but felt a deep sense of dread and fear. As time went on, the strange occurrences became even more intense. Many claimed to have been touched, caressed, or felt someone breathing in their ear. Then, a particularly chilling report came from someone who claimed to have seen the figure of a man who had been hanged. This apparition would appear for just a split second, but the sound of the rope creaking would linger

for several minutes afterward. This disturbing event happened multiple times. There were two other more sinister manifestations reported. The first involved a man named John Davis, who lived in the house during the 17th century. According to some accounts, he was a notorious murderer, having killed at least 20 women. People claimed that his ghost only appeared in front of women, caressing their hair, whispering in their ears, and breathing down their necks. It was said to be a terrifying and repulsive experience that caused many women to flee in fear.

The second apparition was of a cloaked figure with glowing red eyes. No one knew exactly what this entity was, some believed it to be a demon, a specter, or an elemental being. But what was certain was that it wasn't human. Today, the house is still a museum, but it also offers ghost tours. Janet and John Ford, the owners, eventually gave in to the demand for ghost tours, as more and more visitors came to the museum not for its historical significance, but to search for ghosts. They began offering special tours during the day and at night, even allowing groups of around 25 people to spend the night in the house.

This added an extra layer of intrigue, and soon, television programs, including most haunted, came to film there. In 2004, the crew had a terrifying experience, especially one of the team members, Derek Acre, who allegedly became possessed by a dark entity. Derek later recounted his experience, from the moment I entered the house, I felt an overwhelming sense of dread and fear, as if there were countless lost souls trapped inside. There was a strong odor of rotting flesh, and as I ascended the stairs, I felt the presence of a particularly malevolent spirit trying to unsettle me.

What happened next was something I'll never forget, a suffocating feeling surrounded me, almost bringing me to the brink of collapse. Fortunately, my production team acted quickly and got me out of the building before anything worse could happen. I've never gone back inside the barn since, but I know deep down that I will, to face whatever or whoever haunts that place. On October 31st, 2004, 30 people spent the night at the Shrive house, but by dawn, only two remained, Michael Chapman and his daughter, Melissa. Many people might think it was simply a case of group suggestion, but each person experienced

something different. One girl reported being pushed and continuously touched by something unseen. As a result, she and her partner fled in fear. Michael and Melissa, however, stayed until morning, and during their time in the house, they encountered strange presences, cold spots, and inexplicable sensations. They walked through the entire place, checking every corner. At one point, they noticed several statues, including an archer, a soldier, a child, and a bear. The bear statue was particularly interesting, as it was chained up with heavy iron chains. They continued their walk through the house, thinking they were just being affected by suggestion,

but when they sat down to rest and tried to sleep, they heard the faint sound of chains moving. Initially, they thought it might be their imagination, but the next morning, when they checked the bear statue, they were shocked to find that the chains had been removed. These were not just small chains either, but heavy-duty iron chains, which would have taken serious effort to remove. No one else had been in the building during the night. Is the Shrive House haunted? According to the experiences of those who have entered its doors, there are undeniable

reports of ghostly activity. Some are more playful than others, but a few are downright terrifying. The question remains, what happened at number 40, Sheep Street all those years ago? Dozens of soldiers, priests, and peasants faced this challenge, and one of them managed to endure three consecutive weeks without hardly leaving that mausoleum. But from that person onward, no one else was able to endure more than two days. Let's begin. The Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris is considered by many to be an enchanted fairyland,

as inside it we can find not only a large number of works of art but also the graves of multiple illustrious figures, people such as Oscar Wilde, Chopin, Jim Morrison, or even Isadora Duncan. Additionally, there are many legends related to some of the people buried there. A clear example of this would be that of Heloise and Avalbard, a pair of lovers who, despite spending their lives trying to keep their love intact, ended up dying far from one another. Or we also have the story of Victor Noir, who was murdered by Pierre Bonaparte, cousin of Napoleon III. However, what interests us is what is hidden behind the death of the Russian aristocrat Elizabeth Demidov. Before leaving this world, the woman had a large classical style

mausoleum built, an architectural work design so that anyone who walked past it could not help but think of the great power its occupant must have had. However, shortly after Elizabeth's death, rumors began to arise, rumors of ghosts, shadows, whispers, and 65 years later, newspapers around the world began talking about how strange her will was. But before going into details, let's learn a bit about this woman. Baroness Elizabeth Alexandrovna Straganov was born on February 5, 1779, into a family belonging to the Russian aristocracy. From her childhood, we know that she was a very extravagant, cheerful girl who loved to read. Unfortunately, she was a very different kind of woman, as she had her own opinions and spoke on topics

that a woman in those times was not allowed to speak about. She had no qualms about presenting herself in society and speaking about politics or religion. But this fact that made her so different from the rest was not going to stop her parents from using her as a bargaining chip. In September of 1795, when she was just 16 years old, they forced her to marry Count Nikolai Demidov, who was six years older than her. The young woman, of course, opposed this union, but everyone told her it was God. God's will and therefore she had to accept it.

Nikolai Demidov was heir to a great industrial empire. So when he asked for Elizabeth's hand in marriage, no one refused, they simply made everything easy for the wedding to take place in St. Petersburg in a traditional ceremony, and for them to start their new life together. This marriage produced two children. Count Pavel was born three years after the wedding, an Anatol in 1812. The birth dates of the children may indicate two things. The first is that the couple had trouble conceiving, and the second is that perhaps they led

completely separate lives, which did not allow for much intimacy. And that is exactly what historians say. From the very beginning, Elizabeth and Nicolai did not get along well, and it's more than likely that they only shared a bed on rare occasions. Elizabeth was very extravagant, cheerful, and more interested in social gatherings, while Nicolai was a very serious man more focused on his business ventures. From the birth of their first son, Nikolai entered Russia's diplomatic service, and the family had to move to Paris, where they definitely did not go unnoticed, especially Elizabeth. Remember what I said at the beginning of this story?

Elizabeth had no fear of expressing her religious and political beliefs in front of people. So upon arriving in Paris, she and her husband publicly positioned themselves in favor of Napoleon I, which allowed them to rub elbows with all kinds of personalities and members of his people. his government. Elizabeth attended parties, organized charity events, and made many friendships. But unfortunately, the rise in tensions between France and Russia caused the Demidov's surname to become poorly received in Paris. So in 1805, this marriage disappeared. Sources differ on who made the decision, Nikolai Demidov or Elizabeth, but regardless, the family traveled directly to Italy and temporarily settled in Tuscany. Then, Around 1812, they traveled to Moscow, where Elizabeth would give birth to a second son.

It was then that our protagonist decided to change her life completely. She was tired of following in the footsteps of a husband she did not love, so she packed her bags and left him to go to Paris. Some sources say she traveled alone, others that she took her children, but all end exactly the same way, with the death in 1818 of Elizabeth Alexandrovna Demidov. Before dying, Elizabeth commissioned architects Johnette and Chilon to construct a mausoleum in the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris. But she didn't want just anything, she didn't want a simple mausoleum to hold her remains. She wanted a tomb worthy of a princess, columns crowned by a polychrome dome, a vaulted chapel made of precious marble, and a roof of rock crystal.

So far, these requests may seem completely normal, considering we're talking about an aristocrat. However, as we analyze the details of this tomb, we realize that it transmits a truly strange message, a message that suggests this is not a simple tomb. The first point to note is the ancient references, references that evoke classical Greece or even her origins. For example, the image of the hammer or the weasels, which might remind us of the mines underground, a business in which Nikolai Demidov invested his money. The second point is found right in the center of this tomb, a kind of mind.

marble knot that strongly resembles the magical knot of Hercules, which is considered a symbol between life and death. The third point is that in this tomb, there are many representations of baths, figures that are not Christian symbols at all. The fourth point is that this woman died on April 8, 1818, and the number 8 is constantly repeated in her tomb. In occultism, this number symbolizes the beginning of something new, a meaning that makes a lot of sense if we notice that the tomb is full of snakes and serpent-like forms, especially a Greek figure called Uroboros, the serpent that bites its own tail, which represents the cyclical nature of all things and, therefore, the idea of eternal return. And the final point I want to highlight regarding this

tomb is the four lit torches at the top. This is a very typical symbol of tombs, but if we combine this meaning with the rest of the symbols, we can't help but ask the following questions. What kind of person was buried there? Was she just an aristocrat, or was she something more? When Elizabeth Demidov was buried in this mausoleum, people began to talk. Everyone who walked near this site kept reporting feeling very uncomfortable. They felt that as they approached the mausoleum, their strength and will to live faded. They felt presences, chills, heard whispers.

So passers-by began to avoid this place at all costs, and the surroundings were in graves began to be neglected. The people of Paris said that Elizabeth's will was causing many problems for the heirs, but the contents of it were a complete mystery. However, as the years passed, this story faded into oblivion, and cemetery visitors began to ignore the sinister aspect of this mausoleum. In April of 1893, 75 years after Elizabeth's death, the Chicago Daily Tribune published an article that left the entire world breathless. Apparently, the descendant of this aristocrat had presented her will before the Paris courts, seeking to annul one of its clauses, a clause they considered a very bad joke. In this clause, the princess left one million

francs to the person who could remain for 365 days and 366 nights locked alone in the chapel of her mausoleum, located in the Perlachet's cemetery. The princess's body, according to the report, was in a glass coffin in a marvelous state of preservation. None of her relatives have been able to remain more than two or three days in the chapel. Clearly, the man who wrote the article was not well informed on several points about Elizabeth Demadov's life. For one, Elizabeth was not a princess. Some sources call her a baroness and others a countess, which may be a translation error, anything's possible. But the article also gets the date of her death wrong, claiming she died only five years earlier, when in reality she had been in the mausoleum for 75 years.

These mistakes, in my opinion, lessen the credibility of the entire article. However, a few months later, in February 1894, the news and Herald gave more details about this strange will. They claimed that obtaining the million francs was not so easy, it wasn't just about spending a year in the chapel and caring for the corpse. Apparently, a reporter interviewed a guard of the cemetery, who told him details that would make anyone's hair stand on end. According to Elizabeth Demadov's will, the brave person who wanted the money had to spend a full year next to her coffin in complete silence. They could not talk to anyone and could not look anywhere except at the aristocrats' coffin, which, remember, was made of rock crystal, allowing full view of its interior. But that wasn't the worst part, the chapel's ceiling and walls were supposedly covered with mirrors. So even if they wanted to look away, the brave person could not help but see the aristocrats,

dead body. You may ask, couldn't the person eat or drink anything? Yes, once a day, someone from outside would bring food, and when the sun went down and the cemetery closed, the person could leave the mausoleum and walk for an hour among the Perlach's graves. According to the rules Elizabeth wrote, if any of these were broken, the clock would reset, and all hope of claiming the fortune would vanish. After this article went public, A flood of letters bombarded the pair Lechais' caretaker, as thousands of people from all corners of the world wanted to face the sinister challenge. Letters arrived from Spain, North America, South America, Belgium, everyone wanted to take on the terrible challenge. However, when the caretaker approved candidates, they were unable to last more than one night inside the mausoleum.

All said that when the sun set, they heard all kinds of strange noises. They claimed to be hit by invisible forces, to feel the presence of a dark shadow, and to see ghostly figures in the mirrors. They also claimed that Elizabeth Demadov's body was not aging. Dozens of soldiers, priests, and peasants faced this challenge, and one of them managed to endure three consecutive weeks without hardly leaving that mausoleum. But after that person, no one else could last more than two days. The whole world was shocked by the news, when suddenly,

On April 22, 1894, the Boston Herald published an article debunking the entire story. The article was quite long, but in short, it destroyed the legend. They said people had practically gone crazy with this gold rush. Everyone wanted easy money, and because of their madness, they had flooded all the embassies, the U.S. Embassy, the Para City Hall, the Perlachs Cemetery, the police, the Justice Departments, everything was blocked. Not just by the letters, but by the sheer number of people gathering at the doors of these institutions, people demanding to be the next candidate to enter the mausoleum.

In short, the Boston Herald called all those who believed the earlier articles, fools. Of course, no real harm came from this particular hoax, beyond showing some people's enthusiasm to earn money no matter the cost. We can all laugh at it, and at those who were so easily deceived. In 1932, the Emporia Gazette published the following words. In August of last year, a former soldier arrived at the cemetery and solemnly announced that he had come to win the million francs offered. Upon his arrival, the authorities informed the reporters, and that was the beginning

of a true procession of adventurers, all with the same story in gear, all eager to spend the year in the Russian princess's tomb. The French authorities once again received letters from Morocco, Tunisia, Indochina, people who wanted to take on the million-franc test. And the most shocking part of the news is that several sources confirmed that, due to public pressure, the authorities opened the doors of the mausoleum and agreed to begin this challenge. But strangely, no one lasted more than one night. When these brave souls came out and spoke to the police,

they recounted things very similar to those mentioned in the Daily Tribune of Chicago and News and Herald articles, articles, remember, written many years earlier. They all spoke of presences, ghosts, shadows, mirrors from which strange mists could be seen, and of a glass coffin where a beautiful lady lay asleep, a detail that many found curious, since Elizabeth Demidov had been dead for 114 years. Yet all the men who entered her tomb said her body was intact. True or not, the management of Perlachés opted to seal the countess's resting place and strictly prohibited visitors from attempting to access its interior.

But now it's your turn. What do you think of this case? Do you believe the legend is completely false, or is there some truth to it? The end. First it was the one who accompanied them to the, departure later was a guard first. They left alone with friends, that makes no sense with what, which the family demanded to see the cameras, of surveillance but the owner refused, show them, we start Carla Bellet and Jesus Kana and, Air have been together for about ten years and, they planned to marry very short just.

When Jesus finished his studies in, economy were responsible. boys reserved and did not usually get out of. Party preferred to spend time with their families or make quiet plans in. Couple, however, some friends of yours. They have a music group called the New Wave and the night of the 31st of. December 2017 were going to act in the ground floor disco located in the Figueroa Street of the City of La Paz in. Bolivia at first the couple did not want. Go but these friends insisted very much so they finally decided. Settle and go according to page 7.B.O. They arrived at the disco about three, the morning and along the evening. Several photos went up to the networks. Social photos of those that always, they looked

very close and in love with. For 48 a.m. on January 1st, Carla uploaded a photo with Jesus and his, Sister Marta as I couldn't sleep, asked by message when they would return to. House to which this said the most, sure is that at six seconds later, Franco husband's phone rings from, Marta and he discovers that Jesus has, sent a message that sounds like a, farewell in this message the boy, asked to take care of Marta del son that they have together of the sisters of the family and tells him that he loves him a lot. Jesus sends a message very similar to all sisters and nobody suspects anything already. That kind of messages usually send on specific dates at Christmas in the end of year-on birthdays are very typical on those dates and also two. A few hours the family was

going to gather to celebrate the third birthday of. Son of Marta and Franco were going to do a very nice party and Jesus and Carla. They were very excited Carla had the gift was very very very happy, very happy, but when the afternoon arrives the couple not, appeared and in place the mother did, of Jesus Hilda Judd Hilda asked, all where Jesus was and why, devils have not returned home and all the family was blank the family of, Carla thought this was at home, Jesus and the family of Jesus thought that this was at Carla's house and it is, so when all the alarms are, they shot this story has two, protagonists so the following, minutes we will talk about them separately, and then Carla Bellet was born, October 3rd, 1992 being the oldest of

five sisters. According to her family, she was a very young woman, cheerful that loved singing, enjoyed the karaoke's and above all, he liked to help his beloved mother. I also enjoyed eating outside and it was, a very studious and responsible person. On the other hand, Jesus Miguel Canisere was born, on July 29, 1992 being the fourth of five brothers. It is said that he liked to dance that. He was very studied and responsible and that. He always helped his mother in everything. What could the two boys the year 2003? They lost their parents that of Jesus. He died because of an embolism and that of, Carla for an accident and after this, her family moves Santa Cruz to, peace the absence of the father figure, forced both boys to assume.

This role had to spend some years, more for these boys to. They knew both studied in there, Pedro Poveeta School, but they still still do not, know each other and they wouldn't do it until A, Carla's sister presented them and from, from their little by little they became friends and, then couple after graduating Carla, he studied accounting and got a job, related to this Jesus by his side. He studied economy and plans to present the thesis in December 2018 here is when a very interesting part arrives and is that when presenting the thesis Jesus who, to ask Carla Bellet, it was something that everyone knew that everyone, they knew and waited very much. These guys had been

together for ten years and, in all that time they had been a very quiet couple liked to travel, eating out to spend time together with the family but were not boys who they would like to party, like to sing dance, but the issue of, the parties was not for them without. However, a group of his friends acted in the down drilling down on the 31st of December 2017 and they were invited at first they did not want go but how these friends insisted they ended up accessing they reached the disco about about three the morning and over time they were taking some photos at five i communicated with my sister and told me that they would go at six but then his cell phone i was off we thought about sleep at jesus house because already they had been in love for ten years and had i planned to marry this

year but not. They did on January 1st, it was passing, and, in the afternoon he played the party. Marta Yadiel's son's birthday. Obviously the couple is invited. They were waiting for him, but the hours. They passed and did not appear and instead, Hilda Calataid mother of Jesus did it. Miguel there was discovered what in, reality is happening and is that. Boys had disappeared. Immediately that same night the whole family goes to the disco in the, that the boys were supposedly, but once there nothing was clear in, first instance the owner of the premises, said the couple was the last in, leave the disco and also, they were the next morning more or less. About nine and another interesting point is, who said he accompanied them to the exit,

that he dismissed them but that. Version was changed several times. First it was the one who accompanied them to the, departure later was a guard first. They left alone with friends, that makes no sense with what, which the family demanded to see the cameras, of surveillance but the owner refused, show them and that's when. The police and the media is called, music. Communication families were, all time trying to call. guys by phone Carla's phone. It went out at dawn on January 1st, but Jesus continued sounding

until, day two moments in which someone extinguished for it, the police requested the telephone records for this way, know who they talked to and where, they were but the weight was made, eternal the sisters of Jesus began, to look for them everywhere and paid, a policeman to do, photocopies of some images of the couple, images that planned to distribute but, after paying the woman this did nothing, with which they themselves had to, look for life to distribute, posters to print the images, distribute them to paste them everywhere, also completely desperate, family contacted one sorceress, and Sear which gave them indications, where the bodies would be, said the two were crying that. They were in a river down some. People went to that place,

but not. There was nothing on January 2nd, perhaps, following the Sears track, firefighters and rescue Peros. They started the search in the Canadones, under San Isidro, a very close place, to the home of one of the boys, but, unfortunately there were no results and the family continued listening to every track that. I was arriving they began to receive. Anonymous calls and there were two that. They marked a before and after in this. Case the first was received by Marth, Bellet's sister of Carla and in this one. Taxiista said he took the couple to, Orero and that once they're a group of. Criminals kidnapped them, tied them, and drug I told my husband that I wanted to go. That needed to know if that man doesn't. I was lying but my husband told me, I didn't know where I was

going to, look for them and that they were deceiving me. Another anonymous call was received by Jesus family and they told them that the couple was rushed in the ground floor disco and after dying were buried within that same local TR this calls the family hole went to the disco and once there they demanded justice wanted to see the cameras knowing the truth but nobody he attended that they destroyed the door and the poster was clear that the disco i was hiding something did not give the recordings had many versions of the facts never agreed and on january fourth the police registered the local discovering creepy things on the same day four four discovered that the surveillance cameras were not. Operations in fact were only. Adorno and TR discover this were taken.

Some samples inside the disco for several days, the agents studied the place and day nine. The results were made public and it is that apparently the place did not have, license and had been closed in Al, less seven occasions and something else. Interesting is that records, they found remains of blood within the disco, but over time, he showed that this did not belong to. Guys, however, between so much, negative came something very positive and it is. though there were no cameras. Out of this if there were in fact, from a corner of the street you could, see what happened at the door of that. Local and some recordings were found, in which Carla Bellet appeared and, Jesus Kane air leaving the ground floor, but at this point we will

arrive more. Ahead as I told you previously there, the boys' phones went out very soon, but at least Jesus gave, signal until day two, so the police thought that these would be useful and that it would be worth looking like this was, as January 10th began to arrest, to the first people the phone of. Jesus turned on again and the police immediately traced him discovering that a woman named Jocelyn Kisper was, the person who was using him Hoseley. She was arrested and at police station told a history that made a lot of sense. His cousin who lived in Spain arrived at. Bolivia to spend a few months had a mobile called friends, but at some point they stole it like this. That Jocelyn contacted a man who, I sold them cheap and after acquiring one, he started using it

and that phone turned out that it was Jesus she did not know that. That device was from someone who I was missing had no idea that only knew that it was cheap and days later two other women were arrested for being using the phone from Carla Bellate their names were Grusiella and Olga Cootty and starting from these police managed to reach the man who was selling phones stolen a subject named Johnny Siani Johnny sold these products in the Chinese neighborhood of Alto and with all agents that bought Jesus phone in a store owned by one Augustine Cruz and from here the police was drawing a long list of suspicious Johnny by Augustine Augustine Augustina XXAI and through the chain.

Israel names reach the following names. Leon Stefan Gazado Mikala Leon Renzo, Khosurace and Elliot Leon Fernandez all. These people are in the disco. Plantabaja the night of the disappearance. Of the boys and according to the cameras of, surveillance were there when Carly, and Jesus was going to take a taxi to return,

to your home but unfortunately never. They returned this is very strange but more. I will tell you exactly what was what. What happened to the names? First to be arrested were Israel, Leon and a girl named Carla Mada. Israel knew that he was in the disco, and they knew that his sister Michaela Sola stole the, Jesus phone and gave it to Carla Mata which was distributing it, and to the following arrests were the, from Michaela Leon Fernandez and her husband.

Renzo Kosserese, we assume that Stefan would have, but Leon Fernandez was, more than the police and escaped to. Brazil so far the information is very, chaotic and complicated we do not know how. They were arrested what they had against them, that they did not know we do not know practically, nothing but what we know is that principle all said innocent until january 18th of them collapsed and confessed everything carly hasus reached low at three the morning and from there they saw his friends and they had a good time with him half of the hours these friends left home but the couple remained there they drank a little thing that didn't they were accustomed and being alone in a table and spent four in the morning, the Israel brothers entered the premises, Michaela G. Leon accompanied by the

couples of Israel and Michaela Stephanie and, Renzo the entire group was sitting at the, table next to Jesus and Carla began, to drink to laugh at it well and in, a certain moment one of them noticed. This couple some sources say that the person who noticed them was Michaela and who did it to steal her. Telephones told the plan to the rest of the group and all of them were. Agreement came together with Jesus and Carla. Spent they continued drinking they left, having a good time and little by little they left, winning boys' confidence. Guys that could be highlighted that they were very distrustful but these people knew. Win them at nine in the morning of the day.

January 1st were already a single group and all. Together Sarindel local to call a taxi and return home is there when. Cameras they capture Carly Jesus by calling a taxi are in the front they call. The taxi stops and behind them. There is the rest of the group those people to there. They just met Carl and, Jesus do not go home since the new. friends have convinced them to continue party the seven people go up to vehicle and make a small stop at Manco Capac Street once there they buy alcoholic beverages with bottles return to the vehicle

and they direct the house of Israel Leon located in the San Jose Slope East of Villa Fatima according to researchers that recorded the house later this place was very dark was bleak creepy sinister the walls were of a salmon color apaco and they were full of papers also glued the armchairs had a pretty old tapestry but from good times it seems that there group had a good time they kept drinking, laughing, joking and Carla drank, mighty that he lay on the couch and, he slept in the meantime Jesus continued, having fun and at some point, realized what was happening in, reality and the boys had, stolen the mobile phones their Jesus, he stood up and faced the boys, demanded the phones wanted to go home, I wanted them to let them out and

started, argue with one of the Leon brothers, Michaela Leon wanted to intervene, calm the fumes but the other brother, entered the scene and the boys, they started fighting in that fight were Jesus Israel and Elliot and being two against. One Jesus was unconscious to see that. The fight was so terrible Michaela and, Stephanie grabbed the keys and left. To the street they were very scared and, they decided to calm down the store and, buying cookies and soft drinks give a, walk they return home and just when. Michaela arrives through the window that his brother Elliot is on top of.

Carla Bellet said the girl was, unconscious and that Elliot is of her. That is why Michael and Stephanie entered into. The house tried to prevent it, but Elliot threatened them a, according to women Elliot, I was out of himself and they had so much fear that ran to and locked. A while later Michaela looked out and saw that Jesus regained consciousness and, he tried to help his girlfriend but, Leon brothers realized by, who went to him put him in A, fourth and killed him with blows. Here is a contradiction and it is that none of the brothers put, agreement in whom the last blow was dealing with. If Israel or Elliot until the present day,

they keep accusing each other but B, as the two participated with the, screams Carla returned to himself and did what possible for running out of the house but unfortunately israel leon gave himself a count of this so he hit her and the once again the hours passed and finally after submitting it to a terrible the brothers beat them four dead without knowing that in reality the girl was in coma stephen and macaela they received the order to clean the entire house and while the men they got you bags to hide the bodies carries the bodies the kitchen puts them in the bags and then they put them in the room in which jesus lost the life at six p m leah at Israel, Michael and her husband went to a bar and ate a little and after that. They returned

to Israel's house during, several hours discussed what they were going to, do, and finally they decided that night. They would put work monkeys and carry, the bodies as far as possible grab. The bags move them and then put them, cables around the neck and reason. Of this according to some sources was the, next is simulate a robbery. Coat with construction wires, autopsy has determined that brands, equomotics correspond post-mortem the early January 3rd Israel hot end. Renzo takes the corpses to the bottled from the Orkojera River and leave them there with the hope that nobody never see them again but on January 19th with history in his hands the police move there and recover the Carla Bellet and Jesus cane bodies Carla Bellet air cause of death

cerebral enema cerebral hemorrhage closed encephalic clergy trauma and polycontuso for Jesus Miguel Kane air the causes are cerebral hemorrhage fracture of cranial bones trauma open brain and polycontus cranium, departmental prosecutor's declarations, Edwin Blanco on August 30th, 2019, first anti-corruption court issued judgment against the authors of the murder of Carla Bellet and Jesus. Canisare asking for all, involved 30 years in prison without, right to pardon maximum penalty granted. In Bolivia, the prosecutor noted that in this, judgment was proven the existence of, elements not only of conviction, but fucking tests to establish the guilt of each of the defendants, with which there was no doubt that all these people were involved in the terrible crime so now is your

yours who think of the case and what is your opinion about sentences whether people were for or against this man everyone wanted to know who he was to put a face to him so the shukin post magazine took a bold step forward and defying japanese law decided to publish the truth about him they considered this criminal a public danger who could strike again at any moment we begin Kobe is a city located on Osaka Bay, in central Japan. According to sources consulted from 1997, the area was still recovering from the Great Hanson earthquake that had occurred two years prior. Despite all the suffering, people had placed their hopes in the future, hopes that were

quickly shattered. In February of that same year, 1997, three girls aged between 8 and 10 were attacked while walking to school. Someone hit them from behind with a blunt object and then ran away. These attacks occurred on different days and were initially dismissed as cruel pranks, but things escalated quickly into murder. On March 16, 1997, a 10-year-old girl named Ayaka Yamashita was abducted on her way to school. She was taken to a park and brutally beaten with a blunt object. A passerby found her and immediately called an ambulance. The girl remained

alive for seven more days, until her heart stopped beating. If you think that crime was horrible, wait until you hear what came next. On May 27th of that same year, a school janitor made a horrifying discovery. The man worked at Tainohata Elementary School, and about an hour before classes started, he found a human head at the school's main entrance. The head belonged to a young boy, and inside his mouth was a note. The note was written in red ink and red. This is the beginning of the game. Try to stop me if you can, stupid police. I desperately want to see people die. Committing murder excites me. A bloody judgment is needed to make up for all my years of bitterness. Beneath this message was the author's signature, and the way it was written was

particularly bizarre. He first wrote the words, school killer, misspelling, school, then signed with the name Sido Sakakibara. Alongside the words, he drew a symbol that seemed familiar to the police. It resembled the emblem used by the infamous Zodiac killer. Could this person be the Zodiac himself, or just a copycat? The police leaned toward the second option but refrained from making a public statement and tried to conceal all traces of the suspect. When the janitor called the police, multiple officers were dispatched to the scene. While some guarded the head, others searched for the rest of the body, hoping to find it before the children arrived at school.

Fortunately, they were faster. The rest of the body was found in an abandoned house frequently passed by children. According to the coroner, the victim was June Hayes, an 11-year-old boy who attended that same school for special education. His parents hadn't even reported him missing. That morning, they had woken him up, had breakfast with him, and saw him leave on his way to school. On June 6, 1997, the newspaper Kobe Shimbun received an anonymous letter in a brown envelope, postmarked June 3rd.

Inside was a red-inked message, 14 lines long, which read, Now the game begins. I am risking my life for this game. If I get caught, I'll likely be hanged. Only when I kill do I feel relief from the constant hatred I suffer. Only by hurting others can I ease my own pain. Those who read the letter said the killer also criticized the Japanese education system, claiming it made him invisible. He complained that he couldn't take it anymore, that he wanted to be seen and heard.

And here is where journalists made a grave mistake, once again, the letter was signed Sido Sakakibara, but they miswrote his name. In Japanese, one character can mean many things, and the kanji used to write Sakakibara were quite complicated. So the journalists mistakenly transcribed it as Anabara, which translates to Demons Rose. This could have been brushed off as a minor error, but it deeply angered the killer. He immediately sent a second letter, stating, from now on, if you get my name wrong or hurt my feelings, I will kill three vegetables per week. If you think I can only kill children, you are very wrong. Depending on the source, the word vegetables is interpreted in different ways.

Some say he was referring to children with disabilities, like June Hayes. Others believe he meant animals, which would explain the line. If you think I can only kill children, you are very wrong. These letters didn't just terrify the city of Kobe, they shocked all of Japan. They were facing a remorseless criminal who loved attention, thrived on fear, and enjoyed watching parents walk their children to school. In Japan, children typically walk to school on their own, meeting up with friends along the way. Parents rarely worried.

But now, things were different, and he loved seeing that change. As unbelievable as it sounds, on June 28, 1997, Japanese police announced they had him. They had finally arrested the criminal. Sources differ on how they caught him. Some say his own family turned him in. Others say surviving victims identified him. and others claim it was a classmate who exposed him. Apparently, this criminal was only 14 years old.

Since he was a minor, the media couldn't release his name. They simply referred to him as, Boy A. It said that the boy confessed everything without blinking, showing pride in what he had done. He detailed every crime, point by point. He confessed to hitting three girls with a hammer, abducting and beating Ayaka Yamashita to death. and finally, kidnapping, strangling, and dismembering June Hayes, leaving his head at the school with a note in the mouth. After the confession, police searched the boys' home and found that in his room he had a large collection of inappropriate material. Not only did he have adult

films, but also extremely graphic and violent comics. This wasn't the first time a Japanese minor involved in horrific crimes had such material, so it sparked a movement to censor content and restrict minors' access to it. Several politicians publicly demanded new regulations. Yet contradictions emerged. Because the suspect was a minor, the media reported very little about Boy A. But what they did reveal was that the police had issues.

First, they were looking for a left-handed suspect, but Boy A was right-handed. Second, the letters were highly articulate and intelligent, yet Boy A had poor grades. Still, in October 1997, the boy was sent to a medical reformatory and received psychiatric treatment. Then, in November 2001, he was transferred to a regular reform school to learn social skills. In November 2002, he was returned to the medical reformatory, and there, his parole was scheduled. They planned to release him when he turned 21.

This sparked major public outrage. Nobody knew how the boy was produced. They didn't know his name, face, condition, nothing. And many feared this boy, who committed such atrocious crimes at age 14, could do it again. The father of June Hayes did everything possible to prevent the release. He collected signatures, spoke publicly, but the Japanese justice system didn't listen. On March 11, 2004, Sido Sakakibara was released on parole. That parole became permanent on January 1st, 2005. We have concluded that psychiatric treatment and correctional education have produced good results. Tetsu Obata, chairman of the parole board. In many countries,

laws prevent killers from profiting off their crimes. But in Japan, at least at that time, no such law existed. In June 2015, this killer contacted Oda Publishing and asked them to publish his autobiography. The book was titled ZECA. The victim's families tried everything to prevent its release. They protested, collected signatures, and even convinced some bookstores not to sell it. But still, the book was published. And Zekka became one of the best-selling books in Japan. According to those who read it, the book showed no remorse.

In fact, when it was published, the author sent signed copies to the families of the victims, each with a note of apology that, of course, no one accepted. They believed the apologies were fake. To make matters worse, just months after ZECA became a bestseller, the author launched a website where he posted explicit texts and images. The photos featured a naked man believed to be him, sometimes with his face blurred, sometimes wearing a mask. This divided public opinion into two camps.

On one side, outraged citizens who couldn't understand how a murderer was profiting from his crimes. On the other, fans, yes, fans, who admired what he had done, followed his posts, and supported him. Whether they were for or against him, everyone wanted to know who he was, to see his face. So Shukan Post took a stand. Defying Japanese law, they decided to expose the man's identity. They considered him a public threat who might kill again. And under that justification, they revealed his identity to the public. On screen now is the face of Sido Sakakibara at age 14. His real name was Shinjiro Azuma. The magazine didn't just know his name. They also knew his entire history before the murders.

Shinjero Azuma was born on July 7, 1982, as the eldest son in his family. We don't know the names of his parents or siblings, but based on Japanese tradition, the eldest son carries heavy expectations, to behave well, get good grades, and excel at everything. But Shinjero was not what his parents hoped for. By age seven, in elementary school, he was carrying knives and opened scissors in his hands. In his diary, he wrote, I can relieve my irritation when I hold a survival knife, or when I spin scissors like a gun. Over time, his behavior escalated. At 12, he took out his frustrations on animals, first, mutilating stray cats, then decapitating birds, eventually, lining up live frogs and running them over with his bicycle, he dreamed of one day killing a human

being. He wanted to know what it felt like, what it felt like to watch someone suffer, to hurt them, to see them die. In February 1997, he attacked three girls, chased them down, and hit them with a hammer before fleeing. On March 16th, after killing Ayaka Yama he wrote in his diary. Today I performed sacred experiments to confirm how fragile humans are. I swung the hammer when the girl turned to look at me. I think I hit her a couple of times, but I was too excited to remember. A week later, on March 23rd, he wrote, this morning my mother told me, poor girl. The girl who was attacked seems to have died. There's no sign they've identified me. Thank you, God Bamboo Idoki. Please keep protecting me. Please keep protecting

me. When he published his autobiography, he was 32 years old, and according to Schuchin Post, he lived in Sottama Prefecture, north of Tokyo. So now it's your turn. What do you think about this case? Do you believe this man? It was 75-long, grueling days of relentless searching. As time passed, it became increasingly clear that these three girls hadn't simply gone missing. They had been kidnapped. Yet, no ransom demands were made, and the police began to assume the worst, that the girls were already dead. Fernando Garcia, Miriam's father, quickly became the spokesperson for all three families. He made appearances on TV and radio, spreading awareness across Spain.

He even started speculating publicly about what might have happened, suggesting the possibility that the three girls had been caught up in something far more sinister. Then came a chilling discovery on the morning of Wednesday, January 27, 1993. Two beekeepers, Gabriel Aquino and Jose Sala, were headed up the race. ravine of La Romana in the town of two to check on their hives. It had been a rough winter, with heavy rains, strong winds, and freezing temperatures, so they wanted to ensure everything was still intact. Getting to the area wasn't easy, part of the journey required driving, and the rest involved scrambling over rocks and through dense bushes. As they

neared their destination, they stumbled across something bizarre and horrifying. Half buried in the earth, tangled among the undergrowth, was what looked like a human hand. What followed was a full-blown police operation. Officers swarmed the area but found themselves in a frustrating stalemate. Until the judge, Jose Miguel Bort, arrived, all they could do was stare at the gruesome discovery and secure the scene. When the judge finally showed up and they began examining the remains, it was initially believed the body belonged to a man, judging by the size of a nearby wristwatch. But scattered around the site were clues that didn't add up, pieces of clothing, belts, shoes, and even fragments of a medical slip, all pointing to the victims being young women.

When the excavation began, the truth became painfully evident. This wasn't one body, there were three, and they weren't men. They were young girls, barely in their teens. The victims were Miriam Garcia-Iborra, Maria Desiree Hernandez-Folch, and Antonia Gomez-Rodriguez, more affectionately known as Tony. These three girls, aged between 14 and 15, came from Alcassar, a small town in the Valenciennes. region of Spain. Their disappearance had already shocked the nation, not only because of their young age, but also due to the ordinary circumstances leading up to it. On Friday, November 13,

1992, Miriam, Tony, and Desiree had decided to go out for the night. They wanted to visit a local nightclub called Color, located in Piccassent, a short eight-minute drive from Alcassar. If walking, the journey would take about 25 minutes. None of their family members could give them a ride that evening. Some were working, others were sick, and November's cold, damp weather didn't help. But the girls were determined. Color was the hottest spot in the area, and missing out wasn't an option for them. So, they made the choice that would seal their fate, they decided to hitchhike. Hitchhiking wasn't uncommon back then. It was the kind of thing many young people did without thinking twice. You'd stand by the side of the road, stick out your thumb, and wait for a car to

stop. If the driver was headed your way, great, if not, you try the next one. But the danger of hitchhiking is that you never really know who's going to stop. It could be a friendly family, a couple out for a drive, or someone with much darker intentions. For Miriam, Tony, and Desire, the car that stopped would change everything. That afternoon, the girls had spent time planning their evening. Miriam picked up Tony first, then Desiree. Together, they went to a local hangout spot called Recreativos Sass, where teenagers from Alcassar often gathered on weekends. They met up with friends, played some games, and chatted. Afterward, they visited a friend named Esther Diaz Martinez, who was home sick.

Despite her illness, the girls tried to convince her to join them for a night out at color, but she declined. During this visit, Esther's mother warned the trio about the dangers of hitchhiking. You never know who'll pick you up, she said. But her cautionary words fell on deaf ears. The girls said their goodbyes, collected their things, and walked out the door. That was the last time anyone saw them alive. Hours passed, and their friends began to worry. The girls had mentioned their plan to hitchhike to the nightclub. Some friends had even advised them to wait until the following weekend when someone could give

them a proper ride. But the three girls were eager, and by nightfall, there was no sign of them. By 1.30 a.m., their families reported them missing to the Guardia Civil. Unfortunately, the initial response was lackluster. The officers believed the girls were just out partying and would return home on their own. But as Saturday, November 14th, rolled around and there was still no trace of them, the community of Alcassert sprang into action. Volunteers combed through a 50-kilometer radius around the town. Posters with the girls' faces were distributed all over the Valencian region.

Meanwhile, investigators began looking into the girls' backgrounds and found that they were far from the rebellious party girl's stereotype. These were good kids, close with their families, well-liked by their friends, and with no history of trouble. One of them had plans to go roller-skating the next day. Another had dedicated a song to her friends on the radio before disappearing. This realization made their vanishing even more unsettling. Witnesses started coming forward, piecing together a timeline of that fateful Friday. Many saw the girls at Recreativos' SAS and around Alcassar. But three key accounts stood out. The first came from a couple, Francisco Hervas and his girlfriend Mari Luz.

They were driving toward Picassent when they noticed the girls hitchhiking at a traffic light. Feeling uneasy about the dangers of hitchhiking, they offered to drive the girls all the way to color. But their car broke down at a gas station, and the girls, growing impatient, decided to continue on foot. The second account was from a friend of the girls, who passed them on his motorcycle. He waved but didn't stop, wondering what they were doing out there alone but not thinking much of it. The third and most haunting testimony came from a picassent resident named Dolores Baitlesoria. From her window, she saw the three girls trying to hitch a ride. Eventually, a small white car with four passengers stopped for them. Despite the cramped space, the occupants

made room for the girls, who climbed in. The car drove off into the night, and that was the last confirmed sighting of them alive. The search for the girls dragged on for weeks, with no sign of them or any clues about their whereabouts. Fernando Garcia, Miriam's father, became the public face of the case, tirelessly advocating for answers. He appeared on TV and radio, suggesting theories that ranged from human trafficking to a broader criminal conspiracy. The police, meanwhile, were chasing leads that often went nowhere. The hotline set up to gather tips was flooded with conflicting reports. Some claimed to have seen the girls in Madrid, others in France. There were even rumors they'd been taken to the

Middle East. Each new tip sent investigators scrambling in a different direction, only to hit dead ends. By January 1993, the case had gained international attention. Spanish embassies in North Africa and the Middle East distributed 20,000 posters featuring the girls' photos, translated into Arabic. Interpol was brought in, and speculation arose that the girls might have been taken into England. Fernando Garcia and Tony's sister even traveled to the UK to meet with Scotland Yard, hoping for assistance. But their hopes were crushed when news came that three bodies had been found in the ravine of La Romana. The discovery of the bodies became a media frenzy. By this point, the entire country felt personally invested in the case. These weren't just

three girls from Alcassar, they were everyone's daughters, sisters, and friends. The relentless media coverage turned their tragedy into a national obsession. Reporters descended on the families, eager for tearful interviews and raw emotional reactions. What followed marked the birth of what many consider Spain's era of Trash TV. Less than 24 hours after the bodies were found, the public had already assumed they belonged to Miriam, Tony, and Desire, even before autopsies confirmed it. A popular TV show, The Tu-a-2, hosted by Nieves Herrero, set up an impromptu stage in Alcassar. They brought in cameras, microphones, and lights, then practically dragged the grieving families

into the spotlight. The show's sensationalized coverage captured raw, unfiltered grief. Viewers saw the family's pain laid bare, a spectacle that blurred the line between journalism and exploitation. The host proclaimed, thanks to the people who found the bodies, we now know the girls didn't run away. They weren't on some adventure, they were murdered. But this wasn't just news, it was entertainment for a nation hungry for every grim detail. And this was just the beginning of the dark legacy left by the Alcacer case. It all began with a tragic discovery, the realization that the missing girls hadn't run away, nor had they embarked on some daring adventure. The truth was far more devastating, they had been murdered. But before we dive

deeper into this chilling case, let's rewind and take a closer look at the events that shocked an entire nation. When the bodies of the three young girls were discovered, it quickly became clear that this wasn't just any crime, it was something far more sinister. Media coverage went into overdrive, with sensationalized reports dominating the airwaves. Shows and news outlets scrambled to be the first to break updates, often sacrificing sensitivity in ethics in the process. In the Netflix documentary The Alcacer case, this aspect is laid bare, showcasing how media outlets appeared almost gleeful in their efforts to exploit the grief of the victim's

families. Tears, anguish, and public outrage became commodities to be mined for ratings. Their relentless pursuit of shock value led them to broadcast explicit details. about the horrifying violence the girls had endured. And when the macabre revelations weren't shocking enough, the media moved on to dramatize the arrests of two suspects, Enrique Engels Martinez and Miguel Rickett. These developments only added fuel to the fire of public intrigue and anger.

Let's start with the basics. How did the police even zero in on these two men? When the bodies were found, the crime scene was littered with various items, clothes, belts, shoes, and, a crumpled piece of paper. That scrap turned out to be a medical prescription. Piecing it together, investigators discovered it had a name on it, Enrique Engels Martinez. With that lead, they quickly traced it to the Engels family in Picassent.

Now, here's where it gets interesting. The Engels family was already known to the authorities, particularly one member, Antonio Engels Martinez. Antonio had a reputation that preceded him, having served 11 years in prison for brutally assaulting his ex-girlfriend. On top of that, he was a volatile and violent individual with a history of drug trafficking. At the time, Antonio was technically a fugitive, having recently been granted a prison leave, from which he never returned.

Yet, the police initially weren't focused on Antonio. Their sights were set on Enrique, the man whose name appeared on the prescription. When they arrived at the Engels' residence, they found Enrique, his sister Kelly, Kelly's boyfriend, Anne. Miguel Rickett Notably, Miguel had a white woman. seat Rhonda, a vehicle that matched descriptions of the car seen near where the girls were abducted. The pieces were starting to come together, or so it seemed. But here's the kicker, Antonio

Angles had allegedly escaped through a window just before the police arrived. Despite the high-stakes manhunt that followed, Antonio would seemingly vanish into thin air. Meanwhile, both Miguel Rickett and Enrique Engels were taken into custody. That's when things took an unexpected turn. While under questioning, Miguel Rickett confessed to participate in the crime, implicating Antonio Engels as the mastermind. Enrique, on the other hand, was soon ruled out. It became apparent that he had a low IQ and mental health issues that made it unlikely he could have committed such a crime.

With Enrique out of the picture, Miguel's confession and Antonio's disappearance became the crux of the investigation. According to Miguel's ever-changing account, he and Antonio had picked up the girls under the pretense of giving them a ride. Instead of taking them to their intended destination, they drove them to a remote location. an abandoned house in the Barranco de la Romana. There, over the course of a horrifying night, the girls were subjected to unimaginable torture.

Miguel's confession painted a grim picture. After the initial night of brutality, the two men left the girls in the house and went to a nearby bar called El Perador, where they ordered sandwiches and a salad before returning to continue the nightmare. By the next morning, the girls were led out of the house, taken to a makeshift grave,

and shot in the back of the head. While this version of events matched many, of the findings from the initial autopsy, Miguel's story kept shifting, making it difficult to pin down the exact sequence of events. At one point, he even implicated a third person, Mauricio Angles, Antonio's younger brother. Witnesses from El Perador claimed they had seen a third individual with Miguel and Antonio, lending some credibility to this claim. However, there was no concrete evidence to tie Mauricio to the crime. As doubts and inconsistencies piled up, so did the theories about what really happened. The official narrative, which placed all blame squarely on Miguel

Rickett and Antonio Engels, started to unravel under scrutiny. This is where Fernando Garcia, the father of one of the victims, Miriam, emerged as a central figure in challenging the investigation's conclusions. Fernando Garcia was convinced that the story of two petty criminals orchestrating such a heinous act didn't add up. To him, the evidence suggested something far more sinister, a cover-up orchestrated by powerful individuals. Let's break down his reasoning, the crime scene, the location where the bodies were found seemed staged. Personal belongings were scattered in a way that felt almost too deliberate. Among these items was the now infamous prescription paper with Enrique's name on it.

Fernando questioned how such a fragile document could have survived months of exposure to rain, wind, and other elements. The pickaxe, a pickax supposedly used to dig the grave was found at the scene. Oddly, it had traces of a plant material that wasn't native to the area, further fueling suspicions that the girls had been killed elsewhere and later moved to the Barranco. The abandoned house, despite being described as the primary location for the girls' torture, the house showed no physical evidence of such a crime. There was no blood, no signs of a struggle, and the mattresses allegedly used during the ordeal were pristine. Procedural errors, the recovery of the bodies was marred by glaring

mistakes. The individuals who stumbled upon the remains initially reported finding a single hand with a watch on its wrist, yet official police reports claimed they found two hands tied together. To make matters worse, no photographs were taken during the removal of the bodies, a baffling oversight in such a high-profile case. Adding to these concerns was a second autopsy conducted by renowned forensic expert Louise Frontella. His findings contradicted key elements of the official story. For example, he noted that the bodies had been meticulously washed before examination, erasing crucial forensic evidence. Despite these obstacles, Frontella discovered seven pubic hairs belonging to five different men.

This suggested that more individuals were involved, further complicating the narrative. As Fernando Garcia delved deeper into the case, he partnered with journalist Juan Ignacio Blanco. Together, they began presenting their findings on television, particularly on the show Estanoche Cruz Amos El Mississippi. Their claims included allegations of a larger conspiracy involving influential figures. They even hinted at the existence of a snuff film capturing the girl. girls' final moments, though no such footage was ever produced. While Fernando and Juan Ignacio gained a substantial following, their crusade was not without controversy. Critics accused them of sensationalism, and their willingness to name alleged conspirators led to multiple lawsuits.

Still, their efforts resonated with many Spaniards who couldn't shake the feeling that something about the case didn't sit right. On the other side of the debate was Rosa Fulch, the mother of another victim, Desiree. Unlike Fernando, Rosa placed her faith in the official inventors. While she acknowledged the oddities and inconsistencies, she believed that Miguel Rickett and Antonio Engels were solely responsible for her daughter's death. Her perspective was shared by many who felt that Fernando's theories were too far-fetched. Miguel Rickett stood trial in 1997 and was sentenced to 170 years in prison for the abduction, torture, and murder of the three girls. However, due to legal reforms, he served just 21 years before being released in 2013. Report suggests he

fled to France shortly afterward, where he remains a shadowy figure in the public's imagination. But even with Miguel behind bars, the case was far from closed in the minds of many. Antonio Engels, the alleged ringleader, was still at large, and his mysterious disappearance only fueled speculation. Did he escape to South America, as some rumors suggest? Or was he silenced to prevent him from revealing deeper truths? Adding yet another layer of complexity, some theorists argue that Antonio wasn't involved at all. Instead, they point to Miguel Rickett's potential ties to a criminal organization that supplied minors to powerful clients.

This theory posits that Miguel may have delivered the girls to such a group, with Antonio's name conveniently used as a scapegoat. It's worth noting that Miguel's profile doesn't neatly fit the image of a helpless pawn. Witnesses have described him as a violent criminal who robbed banks and stole cars at gunpoint. Could he have been the true mastermind, hiding behind Antonio's infamy? Or was he just a pawn in an even darker game? To this day, the Alcacer case remains shrouded in mystery. Was it the work of two deranged individuals, or was there a larger conspiracy at play?

The absence of clear answers has turned the case into a breeding ground for speculation, with each new theory only deepening the sense of unease. Now it's your turn to decide, was this an open-and-shut case of two men committing an unspeakable crime, or is there something far more sinister lurking beneath the surface? One thing's for sure, the Alcassar girls will never be forgotten, and their tragic story continues to haunt the collective memory of Spain. Regarding the mannequin, once it was placed in the shop, its beauty drew a lot of attention. People entered the store more often and bought more. It was truly positive. But when the rumors began, the realism of the mannequin brought

problems. People spoke of a corpse inside it, of the eternal bride never wed, and hundreds of people gathered at the shop's doors just to see it. The lines were so long that police had to close the street on many occasions to stop cars from passing through. Let's begin. This is not your typical ghost story, since it's about a mannequin that seems to come to life when it believes no one is watching. People say they've recorded Pasculaida following them with her eyes or even caught her changing position entirely on her own. But are we facing a truly cursed object or just a simple legend. And if it's a legend, what is really hidden within this wax body?

We'll find out next. To understand this story, we must travel to the city of Chihuahua, Mexico, specifically to 801, Guadalupe Victoria Street. There, you'll find an old bridal and quinceanera dress shop called La Popular. It was founded in the early 1930s by a woman named Pascualita Esparales-de-Paris. It's worth noting that, at first, the shop wasn't very eye-catching, glass display windows, dresses everywhere, paintings, lamps, there was nothing particularly remarkable about it. To make ends meet, Pascualita would do mending work, wash clothes, iron, and run errands for all the neighbors.

She carried on like this until March 25, 1930. That morning, La Popular debuted a new mannequin in the window, and as soon as people saw it, they began pounding on the shop's door. This wasn't like any mannequin they had seen before, it was incredibly lifelike. It had expressive glass eyes and even strands of real human hair, along mane, eyebrows, and even eyelashes. The facial expression lines were subtly drawn,

but what really stunned people were the hands. They looked real. They had wrinkles, creases, clearly defined knuckles, and even fingernails. Naturally, people began to ask Dona Pascualita where she had gotten it and what its name was. But she never spoke about it. She only said that, since she placed it in the display window on the day of the incarnation, she had named it Chonita. That's when the rumors began.

Since people didn't know exactly where the mannequin came from, they began making guesses, some of them plausible, others not so much. The first theory says that Dona Pascualita commissioned the mannequin from a French artist whose workshop was in Paris. The second says that while the mannequin did come from France, it wasn't Pascualita who commissioned it, but another seller, specifically, the owner of a store called La Porta de Liverpool, located in Mexico City. Pascualita used to shop there for materials for her dresses, she bought flower bouquets, fabrics. But one day, she entered that store and came face to face with the most beautiful mannequin she had ever seen, Chonita. The woman immediately made an offer, but the seller refused to sell it. She kept insisting, and seeing that he continued to refuse, she threatened him, saying that if he didn't sell her the mannequin, she would never buy from his store again. That's how this mannequin ended up becoming the main attraction of La Popular.

According to articles consulted, Chonida attracted thousands of people from all corners of Mexico who traveled there just to see her. Although the shop owner called her Chonita, people quickly noticed the mannequin looked very much like her. So they began calling it, popularly, La Pascualita. Everyone was fascinated by the mannequin's beauty. At that time, as I mentioned earlier, it was rare to find something like this. It looked so real and had so much life in its eyes that many found it even creepy. So she became an icon of the era and earned the title of the most beautiful bride in Chihuahua.

Up to this point, the figure was simply eye-catching, beautiful, striking, different. Then the rumors began. It was said that the shopkeeper had a special affection for this mannequin and cared for it in ways that sometimes seemed very sinister. Let's go over them. Right after acquiring the mannequin, Dona Pascualita was in charge of grooming it every morning before opening the store. She combed it, cleaned it, changed its clothes, and its position. On many occasions, she was heard speaking to it softly. As time passed, the care the mannequin required increased and became more specific.

Only trusted and authorized personnel were allowed to touch it, and under direct orders from the shop owner, they had to treat it as if it were alive. Every day, someone had to comb the mannequin's hair, clean it, dress it, and whenever the boss ordered, they had to bathe it as if it were a person. They would use shampoo and conditioner, dry it, and comb it. According to the boss, this had to be done because the hair wasn't synthetic, it was real human hair. So it had to be handled with extreme care. Several articles state that between 1930 and 1945, over 20 employees quit the shop, saying,

they couldn't handle such eerie practices for what was supposed to be a simple mannequin. A doll might be dusted or have its clothes changed, maybe it's hairstyled, but to bathe it, treat it so delicately, almost as if it were alive, it was too disturbing. But don't think the strange things end there. This story is just beginning. No one spoke of ghosts until 1967. Until then, only rumors about Dona Pascualita's obsession with the mannequin existed. But then, at 80 years old, the woman passed away, and the mannequin came to life.

People walking past the shop claimed the mannequin would follow them with her eyes. In the morning, her hands were positioned one way, and by the afternoon, they had shifted. Red veins appeared in her eyes and ankles. Her lips, if you stared at them long enough, would seem to form a smile. It was so strange that the legend of the haunted mannequin quickly traveled across the ocean and appeared on the front pages of newspapers around the world, prompting several investigators to search for an explanation. This is where many theories about the cursed eternal bride emerge.

The first suggests that the mannequin is possessed by the spirit of her owner. It was no secret that Dona Pascualita was obsessed with it. So, it's very possible that when she died, her soul chose to stay with the mannequin, causing the hands to move, the eyes to follow people, and veins to appear. We could accept that theory, but let me tell you, there are many more, all related to the daughter Donna Pascualita allegedly lost tragically. One theory speaks of a curse. It says her daughter was incredibly beautiful, but also vain and selfish. Because of her behavior, a witch cursed her, and she died. Her mother, devastated, refused to bury her. She sought a way to

to bring her back, to undo the curse. When she failed, she decided the best thing she could do was embalm her, so she had her body coated in wax and turned into a beautiful doll that would always stay by her side. And where was Pascualita always? In her shop. So, to prevent people from suspecting and reporting her for such a macabre act, she placed the doll in the window and passed it off as a mannequin. Time passed, and the girl's soul found no peace, it hadn't received the burial it deserved and couldn't move on. So the mannequin began to move, trying to ask for help from those who saw it. From here, the theories become more macabre. All of them suggest that the body of a young woman lies beneath the wax layers of this beautiful mannequin. They all tell of a bride

who never had a happy ending. One version says she was bitten by a venomous insect on her wedding day as she walked toward the altar, some say it was a black widow, others a scorpion, and the Venom stopped her from marrying. Another says she was so beautiful she had many suitors, but she only loved one. She rejected all others and planned to marry him. Tragically, just hours before the wedding, one of the rejected men took revenge, he stabbed her to death. The last version says she took her own life. Apparently, she was in love with a poor taxi driver, but her parents disapproved. Afraid she'd do something drastic, they hired a hitman to kill him. When she learned of his death, she jumped off a cliff, giving rise to the legend that

Pascualita came to life at night and disappeared, supposedly taking a taxi. But the problem is that none of these stories seem to have any real basis. None of them fit Dona Pasculaida's history. She married at 17 to a man named Enrique Perez Lorea and had only one child, a son named Enrique Perez Asparza. There are rumors they had a daughter who drowned in a river at age four, so clearly, it's impossible for her daughter's body to be inside that mannequin. Seeing this wasn't possible, a new legend emerged, one that claimed a shaman fell deeply in love with the mannequin and cursed it so it would become his wife. But the curse only worked after sunset.

So, as the day progressed, the mannequin would begin to move more and more, and by nightfall, it would become a flesh and blood woman. At this point, many of you are probably wondering if there's a real human skeleton beneath the mannequin's wax layers. Let me tell you, this part of the story tormented Dona Pasculaida for years. From 1940 to 1960, many people called the store to threaten her, accusing her of violating moral decency and God's law by embalming a body and pretending it was a mannequin. They threatened to do the same to her.

These threats weren't only by phone. would sneak into the shop to scratch at the mannequin's nails and try to peel the wax to see if they could reach bone. This mannequin sparked true madness. While the rumors eventually brought good publicity, it wasn't always that way. As mentioned before, at first, the beauty of the mannequin drew attention, people entered the shop more, and sales increased. But as the rumors spread, the realism of the mannequin brought trouble. People spoke of the corpse inside, the Eternal Bride who was never married. Hundreds of people crowded the shop's entrance just to see it.

The lines were so long police had to close the street frequently to avoid people being run over. With so much pressure, Dona Pascualita had to publicly declare that the figure was nothing more than a mannequin, that there was no mystery, no legend, no embalmed corpse, just a figure. But no one believed her. The rumors multiplied. People were so obsessed that a woman. eventually, someone reported the case to the police, claiming the mannequin was actually a corpse. That's when two versions arose, the official and the unofficial. The official version says

two inspectors visited La Popular to verify the legends and concluded that it was all false. The unofficial version says that when the inspectors visited the shop, the mannequin was being bathed and was covered with towels, only the face was visible, so they could neither confirm nor deny anything. In recent years, Pasculaida's legend has regained momentum. Thousands of people believe the mannequin has been replaced. A glance at the store's Google reviews makes that clear. But how could so many people say that? When might it have been switched?

After Dona Pasculita's death, La Popular changed hands several times, always keeping the same name and purpose, as the store had become an icon of Chihuahua. In 2017, an exhibition was held at the Hotel de Los Leiendas to Mexico, and the event organizers asked the new owners to lend them the mannequin for display. They agreed. Pascualita was wrapped, placed in a box, and sent to Mexico City to be displayed from late 2017 to mid-2018. But after the exhibit, Pascualita never returned to the store. One month passed, then another.

People began asking where she was. she was. Store employees didn't know what to say, they claimed she was on her way, in a warehouse, or that the bosses hadn't said anything. Then, suddenly, a mannequin appeared in La Populers display. As you can see, it looks very similar to Pascualita, but it no longer has the same essence. The magic in its eyes, the piercing gaze, it's clearly not the same. So rumors began again. It said that after the exhibition, the real Pascualita was sold and replaced with a newer one. Some say police discovered a human skeleton inside and confiscated it. So the new owners had to replace it with a similar-looking figure.

But sadly, I must tell you that none of that is. The end, it was late at night when two teenagers strolled down Swains Lane, laughter echoing in the quiet streets. They were joking, pushing each other playfully, oblivious to the eerie or a creeper. in around them. Their carefree banter halted abruptly as both caught sight of something unusual from the corner of their eyes, graves, moving. Yes, they could swear the dead were rising from their eternal rest. What began as an ordinary night was about to transform into a chilling tail deeply tied to Highgate Cemetery's sinister history. The birth of Highgate Cemetery, to understand how we got here, we need to take a step back to 1839, the year the magnificent

seven cemeteries were established in London. These private cemeteries were created. created to solve the overcrowding crisis in parish graveyards. Among these seven, none captured attention quite like Highgate Cemetery. It became the burial ground for the wealthy, a place where the rich flaunted their opulence even in death. Monumental mausoleums and dramatic sculptures dotted the landscape, showcasing the city's elite's wealth and prestige. However, beneath the surface, literally and figuratively, Highgate was chaos.

While the surface boasted around 53,000 graves, it was rumored that a staggering one hundred and 70,000 bodies were crammed into the catacombs below. If that wasn't creepy enough, Highgate's reputation took a dark turn about 50 years after its grand opening. The first whisper of the Highgate Vampire, the year was 1890. An elderly man rushed to the police with a bizarre tale. He claimed to have witnessed a monster attack a woman in the nearby area of Hammersmith. The creature, he described, was horrifying, a tall figure with pale skin, glowing red eyes, and

a thirst for blood. Yes, the man was convinced he had seen a vampire. Despite his vivid recounting, the police dismissed him as delusional, perhaps drunk. But this wasn't the last time someone spoke of a monstrous figure haunting the area. Over the years, numerous reports surfaced of strange occurrences around Highgate Cemetery. Shadowy figures, thick mists, glowing eyes peeking through the gates, whispers in the wind, and even the sound of bells. In April 1920, things escalated. Witnesses claimed to see a large, dark creature circling a nearby church before flying towards Highgate Cemetery.

A group of policemen gave chase, but the being disappeared into the night after emitting a bone-chilling shriek. Encounters become more terrifying. By 1922, rumors of the Highgate vampire reached a boiling point. One man reported being attacked while walking down Swain's Lane. He described his attacker as a towering figure, nearly seven feet tall, who lunged at him and bit his neck. The man was rushed to Charing Cross Hospital,

where he repeatedly told his tale, showing what appeared to be puncture wounds on his neck. While doctors argued it looked more like a small stab wound than a bite, two more victims came forward within days with eerily similar stories. Now, the police were in a tough spot. They didn't want to incite mass hysteria, but they also couldn't ignore the growing number of reports. According to some sources,

they secretly hired a so-called vampire hunter, who allegedly ended the creature's reign of terror. But was the vampire really gone? Highgate in decay, fast forward to the 1960s, and Highgate Cemetery was a shadow of its former self. The once-glorious resting place had been abandoned. Overgrown vegetation engulfed the tombstones, and Vandals desecrated mausoleums. But this wasn't just ordinary hooliganism. Some of these intruders were dabbling in the occult. Pentagrams, satanic symbols, animal sacrifices, you name it. These dark rituals reportedly aimed to summon spirits, seek revenge, or gain wealth and power.

It was against this backdrop of decayed grandeur and occult activity that the Highgate vampire re-emerged. Rising from the grave, one eerie night, two teenagers, some accounts say they were boys returning from a party, others claimed they were two girls, walked down Swain's Lane. Suddenly, they felt a heavy sense of unease. At first, they thought it was their imagination, but then they saw it. Out of the graves, hands began. clawing their way to the surface. Weeks later, a couple walking near the cemetery had a similarly chilling experience. They saw a ghastly face, pale and skeletal, hovering near the cemetery gates. The eyes glowed a menacing red, and the figure, dressed in black, stood over six feet

tall. The apparition disappeared as quickly as it appeared, but its image haunted them. The dream that wasn't, perhaps the most unsettling report came in 1967. A young woman living in the Highgate area awoke from a nightmare-era tall, shadowy figure grabbed her wrists and tried to bite her neck. The vampire, dressed in black, failed to draw blood and leaped out the window, vanishing into the cemetery. The next morning, she discovered bruises on her wrists, just as in the dream. It seemed her nightmare wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Entered David Ferrant. The Highgate vampire phenomenon caught the attention of David Ferrant, a member of the British psychic and occult society, B.P.O.S. On Christmas Eve

1969, Ferran spent the night in Highgate Cemetery, hoping to catch a glimpse of the alleged vampire. What he claimed to see was unsettling, a towering, shadowy figure roaming among the graves. Though he couldn't gather enough evidence, he wrote a letter detailing his experience to the Hampstead and Highgate Express. The letter sparked a media frenzy. Witnesses flooded the newspaper with their own accounts. Some described seeing the undead rise from their graves, while others spoke of shadowy apparitions or a ghostly woman in white. One account, however, stood out. A woman walking her dog near Highgate's Northgate reported seeing a figure inside the cemetery, a tall man with a monstrous face, glowing red eyes, and deathly pale skin.

Her dog's reaction, barking hysterically, only added credibility to her story. The rituals and discoveries, Farron's investigation revealed three alarming details about the cemetery. First, it was in utter disrepair, tombs broken, names on gravestones eroded, and nature reclaiming every inch. Second, dead animals, particularly foxes, were scattered across the grounds. Strangely, the corpses showed no signs of violence. Third, signs of satanic rituals were everywhere. From inverted pentagrams to occult symbols, it was clear that someone had been performing dark rights. One mausoleum, in particular, seemed to serve as a hub for these activities. Ferrant speculated that these rituals may have awakened something malevolent.

But what exactly had been summoned? Sean Manchester joins the hunt. In February 1970, another figure entered the scene, Sean Manchester. A self-proclaimed exorcist and vampire hunter, Manchester claimed the Highgate vampire was a medieval nobleman from Romania. This aristocrat had supposedly led a cult of dark magic practitioners and was later buried in Highgate by his followers. Manchester believed the vampire had been resurrected through the occult. cult rituals performed at the cemetery. The vampire craze, the rivalry between Ferrant and Manchester captivated Londoners. Media outlets dubbed them the Van Helsings of the 20th century.

On March 13th, 1970, the vampire frenzy reached its peak when a television program announced that Ferrant and Manchester planned to hunt the Highgate vampire that very night. Hundreds of people flocked to the cemetery, armed with crosses, garlic, and steaks. The chaos was so intense that it made headlines the next day. A grisly discovery, in August 1970, the case took a macabre turn when a woman's body was exhumed, decapitated, and burned near Highgate Cemetery. Speculation ran wild, with some believing it was the work of amateur vampire hunters. Shortly after, BPS conducted their own ritual to summon the vampire. However, their activities were interrupted by police, who accused Ferrant of desecrating graves. He was arrested,

but ultimately acquitted in court. Legacy and mystery, by the mid-1970s, interest in the Highgate vampire waned. The sighting stopped, and no new victims came forward. Opinions remained divided. Some believed Manchester and Ferrant had succeeded in vanquishing the creature, while others dismissed the entire affair as mass hysteria or an elaborate hoax. So, was the Highgate vampire real? Or was it a product of fear, folklore, and a vivid imagination?

That's for you to decide. One thing's for sure, Highgate Cemetery's Erie Legacy lives on, making it one of London's most mysterious landmarks. You ever meet someone that just, doesn't sit right with you. Not because they're loud or aggressive or anything, but because they're just off. Like there's something humming under the surface, and your instincts are quietly screaming, stay away. That was Walter.

Old Walter with the always damp-looking hands, thick glasses, and his long, creepy smile that seemed to curl too far up each side of his face. I used to call him Mr. Whiskers behind his back. Not because he had a cat, but because he loved cats, maybe a little too much. It started when my parents bought a modest little house in a sleepy suburban neighborhood. Quiet streets, hedges trimmed within an inch of their lives, and that weird step-forward feeling like everyone was just a little too nice. Our place was the second to last house on a dead-end street.

At the very end, tucked behind a half-rodded picket fence and a curtain of overgrown ivy, was Walter's house. Now, Walter didn't exactly introduce himself. He just kind of, showed up. First time I saw him, I was biking around, just exploring. I cruised past his yard, and he was there, hunched over in the tall grass, his back to me, surrounded by cats. I mean surrounded. 10, maybe 12 of them, just sitting there staring at him like he was holding court or something.

I braked and called out, hey, mister, you okay, he didn't even turn. Just raised a hand and waved me off like I was a mosquito. I rode off, but something about the way those cats looked at me as I passed, they didn't blink. Like little sentinels. A couple weeks later, I was playing with my dog, Oscar, in our backyard. Oscar was a big mutt, part shepherd, part goofball. He barked at squirrels, chased bees, the usual dog stuff. But that day, he froze mid-bark.

His fur bristled. I turned to see what had caught his eye, and there was Walter. Just standing on the other side of the chain-link fence between our yard and his. Smiling. Nice dog, he said, his voice horse-like gravel underfoot. uh thanks he didn't say anything else just stared for a few seconds too long then turned and walked back to his house that was the start of it from then on i noticed him more he always seemed to be watching from a window from behind a bush once i swear he was standing on his porch at two a m just

staring at our house no lights just him and the cats scattered like statues along his steps. My parents didn't seem too concerned. Oh, he's just lonely, my mom would say. Probably harmless, but I knew better. Kids always do. One day, I made the mistake of tossing a tennis ball that sailed over the fence and into his yard. Oscar started whining, pacing the fence line.

I didn't want to go over, but I also didn't want to get in trouble for losing another ball. So I took a deep breath, unlatched the side gate, and stepped into his yard. It was like stepping into another world. The grass was knee-high, and it smelled like piss and mold. Cat piss. There were bulls scattered everywhere, some filled with murky water, others with what looked like raw meat. Flies buzzed in thick, lazy clouds. And the cats.

God, the cats. Dozens of them. All shapes and sizes. Some looked sick, their fur falling out in clumps. Others limped or weased. And they all watched me. The ball had landed near a broken bird bath. I grabbed it as quickly as I could and turned to leave, but Walter was there.

Right behind me. No warning. No sound. Just, there. Looking for this, he asked, holding up the ball I just picked up. I blinked, confused. No, I already got it. He looked down at his empty hand, then back at me, smiling wider.

Oh. So you did. I backed away, mumbling a thank you, and ran out of there like the place was on fire. That night, Oscar wouldn't stop barking at the fence. He stood there growling low in his throat, tail stiff, eyes fixed on Walter's yard. I told him to hush, but he didn't stop. I eventually dragged him inside. The next morning, Oscar was gone.

We searched the neighborhood, put up flyers, even offered a reward. Nothing. It was like he vanished into thin air. I had a feeling. A sick, gnawing suspicion. But I couldn't prove anything. I even went by Walter's yard again, pretending to look for Oscar. He wasn't there.

But the cats were. Dozens of them, just sitting in the grass, staring like they knew I'd be back. That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing scratching at the window. Not loud, just enough to make my skin crawl. I finally worked up the courage to peek through the blinds. There was a cat sitting on the window so. One I hadn't seen before.

Black with a weird white patch over its eye. And when it saw me, it let out this horrible screech, like a little. baby crying mixed with nails on a chalkboard, and darted off into the night. I tried to tell my parents, but they just told me I was dreaming. Then, a few days later, it escalated. I woke up to the smell of something burning. Ran to the kitchen, thinking the toaster had caught fire or something stupid, but nothing. The stove was cold. Everything was fine. Until I went outside. In our backyard, right by the fence, was a pile of something smoldering. Charred fur.

Bones. A small, melted collar. Oscar's collar. I screamed. The police came. They asked questions. Took notes. Knocked on Walter's door.

He answered like nothing was wrong. Told them he hadn't seen anything. Invited them in. They declined. And that was that. No charges. No answers. After that, things got weird.

I started seeing cats everywhere. Not just in his yard, everywhere. Following me to school. Lurking outside my window. Scratching at the doors. I'd find tufts of fur in my backpack, in my shoes. My mom thought I was bringing it home on my clothes. But I knew better.

One night, I had a dream. I was back in Walter's yard, surrounded by cats. They formed a circle around me, their eyes glowing. And in the middle of the circle was Oscar, but he wasn't right. His body was thin, gaunt. His eyes glowed like the cats. And he just stared at me. Silent.

Unblinking. When I woke up, there were claw marks on my bedroom door. Deep ones. I stopped sleeping after that. Eventually, I snapped. I told my parents everything. The cats, the dreams, Oscar, the fire, the collar. My dad finally agreed to confront Walter.

We went over there together. Knocked on the door. No answer. My dad, fueled by righteous anger and protective rage, banged harder. Still nothing. Then the door creaked open. No one there. We stepped inside.

The smell hit us first, like a mix of ammonia, rot, and wet fur. The walls were stained yellow. Furniture covered in blankets, all clawed to hell. And cats. So many cats. Staring. Silent. Still.

We crept through the house, calling out. Then we were. heard it. A low mulling, like dozens of cats crying in unison. It was coming from the basement. My dad opened the door and headed down first. I followed, heart in my throat. What we found down there still haunts me. The basement was lined with cages. Not all of them had cats in them. Some had bones. Some had things that used to be animals. And one cage, one horrible, awful cage. had something in it that looked like Oscar but it wasn't its eyes glowed its mouth

hung open and when it saw me it wagged its tail then hissed my dad threw up I ran we called animal control the cops came back this time they had warrants but Walter was gone just vanished the cats were taken the cages clear out, the house condemned. We moved shortly after. But I still see them. The cats. Every so often, I'll wake up and one will be sitting at the foot of my bed. Staring. Waiting. And sometimes, just sometimes. I think I hear a low growl. Familiar. Mornful. Like Oscar's still out there. Watching. Waiting.